Holding up two dresses, she asked Lucy nicely, 'Which one do you think I should wear?' Lucy looked at her with complete disgust and yelled, 'What difference does it make? You look like a cow in anything you wear!' Vivian ran away in tears. It was after her stroke, you could see she was very ill and obviously on some type of medication.
Then she would tell him to go away, yelling at him the whole while. She kept screaming at Gary Morton, 'Shut up!' whenever he tried to say something. She yelled at everyone - the wardrobe lady, the makeup man, everyone.
There wasn't a full audience, just a few people. Her mother died shortly before the special and Lucille vented her grief at everyone in her orbit, says the book Desilu.Īccording to one observer: "Lucy was so incredibly mean to everyone at dress rehearsal.
If you are still at odds, ask him to respect your convictions while he is living at home. Share the reasons for your views on premarital sex and invite your son to respond honestly. You would do better, in my view, to have a softer talk with your son - after consulting with your wife, who seems to be taking a more measured approach here. But your rigidity here turned an opportunity for conversation into an unproductive impasse. You have every right to your strong opinions. How should I proceed?Įdicts like “my house, my rules,” which squelch discussion or dissent, practically invite lies in return. I would like to throw him out of the house, but my wife disagrees. He claimed he was holding them for a friend, as if I were an idiot. When I confronted him about the condoms, which I discarded, he denied they were his. He’s also well aware of my general philosophy: my house, my rules. It was unopened, but I am still furious! My son knows that I strongly oppose premarital sex. While my wife was vacuuming, she discovered a box of condoms under his bed. Our 19-year-old son is staying with us during his college’s summer break. Jesus, the NYT is reduced to running a Dear Abby-esque advice column.