Emily's Resistance

"Mom, I don't care! Tave is my personal trainer too! I can't have my personal trainer fucking my mom!" Emily said, slamming down her plate of breakfast. The audacity of her mother!

"Emily," Elizabeth said with steely resolve. "It's been a long time since I've had the right kind of guy. Tave is funny, he's got a great body, and we have great chemistry. I'm not asking permission, I'm letting you know."

"Mom ... Tave also dropped out in ninth grade. He's eighteen, for God's sake. He isn't going to want a relationship with you. He wants to bang your brains out and move on probably," Emily said.

"I don't care that he doesn't have a career. I don't care that he doesn't have an education. I'm not looking to replace Moses or Abe," Elizabeth said, just as fixed on her position.

"Why not Kumar? You liked him?" Emily replied.

"I did like Kumar. I loved Kumar," Elizabeth admitted. "But I need a Black man. I need Black culture. I need Black friends. I need a Black lover. It's just ... different, Emily. And I know you don't understand. I don't need you to understand. I divorced your Daddy ... your real Daddy. Partly because he cheated. But partly because I identified with Black culture more than I ever thought possible. I need this, Emily. I'm not asking permission."