The Holy Trinity

My mom gets upset when I don't tell her anything about my life, but often she's more disturbed when I do open up. Mom is very religious. At the end of the day, she is essentially Jesus' #1 fan.

I rarely talk to my parents about anything. I don't care for advice unless it's financial from dad. I only talk to mom when I need a prescription... although I should probably try to ride out my illnesses since I am now resistant to most antibiotics.

A couple of years ago my mom asked me about my dating. A regular Indian kid would have denied dating, but I chose to lay it all out minus internet dating. So I started talking about the current guys in my life. I think there were a couple of lawyers and a CEO. I told her about all the restaurants they took me to, the cars they drove, the money they made... everything any mother would drool over.

I kept her updated on my dating, and the guys would change. She could never keep track of my different mens and often asked "whatever happened to the lawyer?" "Which one?" was always my response.

I kept track of the men I dated. I kept track of the restaurants, the theaters, the movies, the sporting events, the travel, etc etc. I was in control of it all.

But then things started to get out of control. My harem grew. I had to buy a planner just to keep every guy straight. Men called me all the time. All of them kept fighting for my time, and I gave in to the point where I no longer honored the sabbath. I became incredibly stressed out.

Finally I had enough. I needed to take care of myself. I broke it off with all of the men in my life and made a sort-of new years resolution to never date more than three guys at a time.

A holy trinity of sorts... mom would be proud.