Why didn’t you tell me that you called him?

I did.  I just told you.

No, I mean, back then.  Back when I was 16 years old.

(she shrugs)  I didn’t want you to feel bad.

So you let me think that he came here and took me to the dance because he wanted to.  When he didn’t?  Or did he?  I’ll never know.

I was afraid he might stand you up.

So you called his parents and insisted that he come over and take me to the dance?

Yes.

Crap!  For weeks after that, I wondered why he didn’t seem to like me.  It was so confusing! We’d had a great time, or so I thought.  Why on earth would you DO that???

I did it for you.

So why are you telling me now?

I felt it was time.

Mom.  I’m 36 years old. 20 years has gone by.

I know.

You know?  You have no idea what you did to me, because you interfered.

I just didn’t want you to get hurt.

AUGH!  So you let me make a total fool out of myself. You sabotaged me, you didn’t help me!  You undermined me by letting him look good, by creating a false impression. And you’re only telling me now? NOW?  How could you do that?

(she shrugs)

And what else have you done?