This scene would play at the top, to set the tone if Wendy Braitman were writing a screenplay about her life.
It really is 1993, and this woman is the 39-year-old only child of her moms and dads’ long and loving wedding. Her mom has experienced a swing, therefore Braitman has flown from Ca to nyc to be along with her. She discovers her mother awake, but groggy, and hopped through to meds. After an embrace, her mom asks, “So, how’s the man you’re dating? ”
“Mom, just exactly what boyfriend? ” Braitman replies. “We split up 6 months ago. ”
Braitman patiently retells the storyline of these split: He wasn’t the right man, it just didn’t work down.
Her mother reacts with dissatisfaction. Then a minute later on, she looks up and says, “So, how’s the man you’re seeing? ”
Dumbfounded, Braitman repeats the reason. After another beat, her mother asks the relevant question once again. After which once again. And once more.