Saturday, October 24, 2015
I get my hair done in my old hometown. I've known my stylist since we were kids. Our families know one another. Which is why I think he was so comfortable unburdening himself to me.
His parents are in their late 80s, and they're fading fast. His siblings are not all equally involved in their care or their finances. It's depressing and exhausting. I know, I've been there. He knows I have. After all, he knew my mom and both my sisters.
The stereotype may be that your stylist is like your bartender, the one who listens patiently to all your troubles. Today, the roles were reversed.