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I work with a younger woman who has two mothers. This woman is in her mid-twenties and is not at all shy about mentioning them in conversation, like "My mothers didn't want me to go out of state to college, but I needed to spread my wings," or "I'm going to my moms' house this Xmas". She has a picture of both of her mothers together at what she describes as their "anniversary of their friendship", where they are both wearing tuxedos. She told me all about how, now that they're both retired, they've finally bought the house of their dreams in Naples, FL and can be snowbirds in the winter. People gossiped a bit about it when she started working here about 18 months ago, but such talk died down pretty quickly.
Okay, so today I'm at the water cooler, which is right by her desk, and an openly gay employee and I are talking about marriage equality. The gay employee turns to this woman and says, "You know, I think that it's a shame your mothers can't get married," and the woman's eyes got kind of big and she says, "What are you talking about? Why would they want to do a thing like that?"
The gay employee kind of stammered a bit and I said, "Well, people who have a relationship and children together should be able to..." and the woman cut me off right there.
"My mothers do not have the sort of relationship with each other that you think they do. They're really good friends who have lived together my whole life, and who own a house together and who vacation together. But they aren't some kind of sick couple!"
The gay employee then said, "Do they share a bedroom together?" and she shot him a look that could cut glass. I quickly changed the subject and left as quickly and gracefully as I could.
I hope to hell she's just fucking with us, but she seemed really, really sincere.
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