Independent… In Theory
I’ve always thought of myself as independent. I have two degrees, a fulfilling career in art history, and a cozy apartment filled with museum prints and oversized coffee table books. I handle my own finances, keep my own schedule, and take pride in being emotionally self-aware.
But if there’s one part of my life where that independence falters, it’s with my mother.
She’s loving, supportive, and incredibly loyal—but also deeply opinionated, especially when it comes to my love life. For years, she’s had something to say about every man I’ve dated. “He’s not good enough,” “You can do better,” “Are you sure about him?”—always delivered before the drinks menu even hit the table.