Backstory: My mom can be a bit dramatic.  When I told her about my new girlfriend, she didn’t take the news very well. (Also, I am half the size of Rosie O’Donnell.)

A veil of intense sorrow descends whenever you even mention it. LIke a shroud that weighs a million poounds. You are already startign to look like Rosie . YOu just don’t see it. BUt everyone else does.  And the thought of raising children with mom and mommy. My heart is broken.  I have a hole in my soul.
And you are becoming a male hater.
I don’t want to finger point. YOu don’t see it. Dad made that comment unsolicited. Belive me, we do not discuss this. Not ever. THe pain is too great for me.  I weep as I write this.