A Split Second

I had a chance to catch up with my mom today. I stopped by their house because I was so unbelievably pissed with my roommate and couldn't be at home anymore. That's a story for another time though.

In the course of our conversation, she mentioned to me that it really, really bothers my dad that I don't date. It bothers him even more that I have absolutely no interest in dating. My mom isn't sure why that is. Her standpoint is that if someone comes along, that's great. But if not, she hopes that she raised us to know that we can stand on our own and support ourselves and be just fine. She also said that she couldn't imagine the kind of pain that comes with a divorce and she understood that it would take time before I'd want to reach out and trust someone again.

Also, I guess my dad is really hopeful that I'll meet someone when I start school again in the fall. I'm not opposed to it. It wouldn't be someone they'd expect me to bring home, that's for sure.

So for a moment, a split second probably is all, I considered telling my mother why I have no interest in dating (as far as their definition of dating).

Of course I didn't. But maybe a split second of consideration instead of immediate dismissal is progress.