||[Oct. 13th, 2008|06:57 pm]
I visited my grandmother this weekend, and discovered that, indeed, she thinks I'm "married to my job". *le sigh* Ah well. I don't think it would be a net kindness to broach the subject of having not just one same-sex partner, but two, so...|
It's October 13th? Um. When did that happen?
I bet grandmother would feel good knowing that you have many close friends who love and support you, and that your lifestyle revolves around spending "family" time with them. (And really, these kind of extended friend communities are the families of our generation.) Which friends you sleep with is probably more than she needs to know. And really, who discusses their sex life with grandma anyway? You make time for her, and that's probably what's most important to her in the long run.
Yeah, I think that side of the family has a sense that I'm content and not lonely. I just don't want to force them to struggle with the issue -- and I think she would definitely struggle with it.
She's 94. If she ever asks, I'll be happy to tell her. But if she's not digging for more details, I'm okay with that.
Yay for good poly folk!
You'll have to tell her at some point. But I can understand waiting until you're all together and it's all stabilized.
Our moms took a little while to adjust to it. I think the big thing was meeting the partners as people, rather than abstractions. Plus, they're moms. If they see that having more than one partner makes their sons happy, that's all that really matters to them...
Yay! I hadn't seen that icon before today. (Or I did, forgot and thus get to experience the joy all over again!)
PDXPiglet makes some wise points, here.
My Mom is probably about the age of your grandmother. Several years ago, I had a discussion with my *very* gay-positive sister about broaching sex- (as opposed to connection- relationship-) stuff with Mom.
Judy said - basically - "Mom doesn't want to hear about *my* sex life! Just keep it off that with her and you'll be fine."
Some time this morning, I think.
Old people can be crafty, though. Perhaps to her "the job" is a euphamism for "two men."
Or not. Really.
Personally I think it's cool you visited her. That's what made her the happiest, I bet.
"Gran, I really wish you'd stop calling them that."
"I'm old, honey. I don't remember names."