When the magic was gone.
It wasn’t when I found out that, contrary to his eating habits outside of the bedroom, he was a vegetarian in bed, and preferred that I be so as well.

It wasn’t when he was not able to participate in a “heat of the moment” because he had, as he said, been so excited to think of our evening together that he had skipped to the “heat” moment hours before my arrival and could no longer work up any enthusiasm for the real me.

It wasn’t when he called me Mary in the heat of the moment. Which is surprising for Mary is not my name, but the name of Mary (as in “Mary, mother of God”), his ex of some four years before.

No, it was when he called me, in the heat of the moment, “Mom!”

That. That was when the magic was gone.

I lie to you. It was never magic, but that drove the point home to my troubled young mind, and I looked for, and found a better man.
( kila is reading clocks upside-down as usual, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 9:10, 4 replies)

there is a film something like this...

(nimrodihnio making gravy for one., Fri 22 Oct 2010, 9:41, closed)

A film?
Does it have a knife in a bathtub scene innit?
( kila is reading clocks upside-down as usual, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 9:48, closed)

I see where you're coming from
But was his mum fit??
(Dwarfsmuggler Has hogtied Snow White, Fri 22 Oct 2010, 12:24, closed)

Indeed.
The question is, fit for what?

Quite Margaret Rutherford-esque, but without the sexy.
( kila is reading clocks upside-down as usual, Thu 28 Oct 2010, 9:59, closed)