PT-LawMom

While my career seems to be in high gear, my personal life seems to be in regression mode. My very first kiss (safely far off in New Jersey and in the Mormon church now) found me on Facebook, my mother, who has NEVER commented on my sex life, gave me shit after what she thought was the Walk of Shame (actually just a night of wine with Ana), and my dream guy is still taking things slow, albeit in a super-steamy way that definitely harkens back to teenage days of forbidden fruit. I’ll tell you, when I was catting around the streets of DC at 18 with my smoking hot Honduran boyfriend and leaving home for university, I never imagined that, a little over a decade later, I’d be back at home under my parents’ then-dismissive/now-watchful eyes and feeling like I should be sneaking around. Ahh, the life of a divorced single mom.

Fortunately I AM an adult now. Told Mom where she could stick her judgments (and reassured her that I am not currently doing anything about which she should worry) and am enjoying a slow but enjoyable and moving-towards-awesome pace with Mr. V. Unlike my 13 year-old self, I know what’s out there and I know that the wait is well worth it for something special.