Boundary setting for people who hate boundaries

Z tells me the list of things I can never write about — just to be sure I don’t forget. I am surprised he’s doing it at our local coffee shop where anyone could hear. The last one is, “Don’t tell people Nino left us because he didn’t want to raise two autistic kids.” “Wait. What? You’ve never said that to me before.” “Forget it. Everyone already knows. I just thought the list needed more things or you wouldn’t remember.” I look around to see if the people in the coffee shop are nodding. I think the real reason Z is concerned about what I write is that his friends read my blog — they never would have except that Duke has my first book in their library, and Z made the mistake of telling them, which only mattered because the cover is Six Sex Scenes. When the kids were little the New York Times interviewed me about why I thought it was okay to write about my kids on my blog. The article turned out to be about how moms were ruining their kids’ lives by putting everything online. At the…