I was the oracle, remembering each detail from my supporting role. I was causing trouble, making things difficult for everyone."What happened to you back there? Just like that, you lose your footing, and you're in over your head. He noticed my sudden distance and pouted, unsettling to see in an adult.
In tenth grade, we made friends with a group of older guys who hung out on the main street of town, which ran parallel to the local university — guys who'd once gone to our same high school and had never left the social scene. I remember how quiet it was, birds soaring overhead, no other sound. I grew to dread the moments we were alone, especially when I needed a ride home at the end of the night to make my curfew. In the initial years following, I never really talked about this with anyone other than my high school girlfriends and various therapists.
When they weren't doing BMX and skateboard tricks in front of the post office, they were spending what money they had at the nearby arcade, or spinning on stools and shooting straw wrappers in their favorite burger joint, just across the street. We had gotten in the habit of him driving me home, and my suddenly wanting to make different arrangements seemed to inconvenience everyone. As I got older, however, the more I realized that my experience was not an uncommon one.
She’s a woman, not a child, after all - even if she is your daughter’s age. “When I was your age...” “Young people are so ____.” “Oh you weren't even BORN when this album was released.” “You were still a toddler in 1989?
E Yes, it's gross and it doesn't need to be pointed out. Don’t assume you know better Keep a check on your tone; is it supportive or patronising?
Before long, we had our own inside jokes, a shared eye-roll at yet another lover's quarrel in a small space.