I had quite the lengthy conversation with Mother last night about her trip…she was jetlagged, but she still had a lot to say, and a lot of it…wasn’t good.
Paris was Paris! Beautiful buildings, Frenchness, busy, mimes, great food – but even the atmosphere couldn’t save the romance apparently.
Mother and Mark don’t do so well together in close quarters for extended periods of time. Speaking from experience, when my mother wants to do something, she WANTS to do it…she can definitely be a little pushy. It works on me because I’m pretty easy going (and also don’t want to poke the bear) but evidently it does NOT work on Mark.
So…despite the head-butting, it was an okay trip. I feel bad for Mother though…she had such high hopes about Mark and her working out really well.
They still could though! I think both of them are going to have to give a little next time around…though…for now they DEFINITELY need some time apart.