Case Clippings / Mothers, Fathers, Daughters and Sons
The Love Investigator shares some case clippings from her travels. The Adventures of a Love Investigator
A professional chef in an upscale restaurant, Paul bears a half-hearted resemblance to Rob Lowe. We’re sitting in corner of the kitchen during a rare lull in this culinary beehive. I ask him to tell me about an intimate time with a woman.
He barely hesitates. “One moment that sticks out in my mind was when I was about twelve. I’d been running around in the woods and I got stung my many, many bees. My mom took care of me. I was in a lot of pain and feeling very sorry for myself. She sat down on the bed with a bunch of my baby albums. She just talked about how happy she was when I was born. How much I really meant to her. I needed to hear that right then. I told her I loved her. We’ve always been close, but that was a special moment.”
Mitchell is forty-six, tall, thin and bookish. He’s recently divorced after a twenty-year marriage. “I used to want my father to just smack my mother once in awhile. She hated his family. But in the end, she took care of his mother when she got sick. When his father got ill, she took care of him too. My parents loved each other. I never saw it then. There were no signs of affection in our home. When I grew up, I realized they didn’t show it in the way I needed to see it. She really loved him. My father got sick forever and my mother took care of him. I keep wondering if I will ever find someone to marry who could take care of me if I got that sick.”
Jim is sandy haired, twenty-nine and in a serious relationship. He manages a country club in Michigan. We sit on a patio overlooking the 17th green. It’s late spring and the air is sweet with promise.
“I realize more and more as time goes on how good of a person my mother was. She gave me excellent guidance on things that I keep coming back to in life. My mom was a single parent but she did her best to raise her children and still pursue a career. She died of cancer – a brain tumor. The tough part was watching her die because it took away from all the life she had before. I try to think about her when I’m down. Somehow the thought of her makes me stronger. She had a lot of class. A person isn’t really dead until no one thinks about them anymore. So as long as I have memories of her, she’ll continue to live.
Nathan’s a corporate lawyer in Chicago. He’s thirty-four, slightly chubby and adorable. We’re in his office at twilight. “After college, the only thing I was really qualified to do was rule the universe. I just didn’t know where to send my resume. I was making the decision between art school and law school. I went by my mom’s for dinner. She handed me a double scotch and the next thing I knew I woke up in the middle of first year contracts. The result is I have my law degree and I no longer drink scotch.
Jeff’s a legal assistant for a large law firm in North Carolina. He has Hugh Grant hair and puppy dog eyes. He works out three days a week and has muscles on muscles. “There I stood with paper shoes on my feet, paper pants on my body and they ask me to carry my new daughter. They hand me this seven-thousand pound baby. I can barely hold her.”
I hope you enjoyed these case clippings on Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, and Sons. ~ The Love Investigator