Mommy Dearest

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A creepy story about a guy who seemed fantastic until his mother came into the picture.

It was May, and usually in the spring our country is beautiful, nature is waking up from a long winter dream, everything is blooming, but that year we had terrible floods. After spreading awareness all over social media my friends and I decided it would be best to try and help at any of the Red Cross centres that were looking for volunteers. 

We got the night shift at a warehouse sorting supplies and clothes people donated for the ones who were hit the most by the floods. One night we were all in the office next to the warehouse having a break eating sandwiches that were wrapped in tin foil for so long, they turned into complete mush. Sitting across from us, browsing through the computer, was a girl we didn’t know. We started chatting with her and it took us about 10 minutes to jump right to the main subject - the single life. 

I told her about my preference of military men that I developed while watching special forces recruitment videos and military parades, and got enamoured with their uniform and what it represented. She was thrilled to hear it, since one of her best friends was in the Special Forces and she sent him my photo right away asking if he would like to meet me. I have to admit, I was a bit embarrassed, but hey, I had nothing else better to do and this guy sounded like fun.

On our first date he took me to the theatre. I was in awe, and at the same time realized once again, just how low the bar was for men these days. When I told my friends about it, they were as shocked and as mesmerized as I was. A guy taking you to see a play, on the first date? Taking initiative to be original? Impossible, we thought. I’ll tell you what was truly original that night. The sex we had after the play in the theatre attic where they keep the props. It felt adventurous and wild, and I never had an experience like it. 

That year was quite miserable for me since I had just gone out of a 4 year relationship with a man about whom I will not write, since he doesn’t deserve a single additional line in this story. Having the weight of being cheated on and disrespected, I really fell for my new theatre loving boyfriend. Yes, we made it official. 

About three months in he calls me and cancels our plans out of the blue. I was a bit confused so I insisted that he tell me why he doesn’t want to see me all of the sudden. The reason, which I begged for for about half an hour, was that he didn’t receive his paycheck and was embarrassed he couldn’t take me out. I told him that it didn’t matter, because it really didn’t, I was working as well at the time, not making much, but still, enough for a cup of coffee for me and him. He declined saying that that is not his style and that the girl should never have to pay for dates, so I asked him what was the alternative because I really wanted to see him. He invited me to his house, as long as I didn’t have a problem meeting his mom. 

It was kind of early on in the relationship for that step, but I was not that worried. We are grown ups, there shouldn’t be so much anxiety and stage fright when meeting the parents anymore, especially when you are aware that you are a completely normal, polite person. So, I was standing in front of his door, with a bottle of wine and some sweets for the matriarch, and when she greeted me with a dead expression on her face I could immediately see something was off. I thought maybe it was just all in my head, but then she started asking me all these questions about where I lived, where I was born, who I lived with, what type of education I had... I know you are probably thinking - Well, it was nice that she took such an interest in you, and she is probably just inquisitive. I thought so too, at first. However, when my boyfriend and I were supposed to start a movie in the living room, she sat right beside us and started watching TV. It was a bit odd, but, oh well. I had to go to the bathroom at some point, and I noticed that the apartment was really small, a small narrow kitchen, small bathroom, a hallway and just that one room. When I sat back to continue the movie, she started staring at us not saying a word. And seeing his reaction, or the lack thereof, I realized I wasn’t quite comfortable with her watching us instead of the TV. To this day, I cannot remember the movie we were watching, I couldn’t remember a single scene if my life depended on it. As the movie came to an end so did my patience for this weird situation so I decided it was time to go home. 

Since he lived far away from me, I had to change two buses to get back to my neighbourhood, so I had some time to think about the whole evening. Having reached the city centre, as I was waiting for the second bus, it dawned on me that there was only one pullout couch in the whole apartment. Only one. No pullout chairs, no room for a bed in the kitchen, no other rooms. No big closets that could be hiding additional sleeping bags, no other furniture in the house. No, it can’t be. 

I was deep in thought about my boyfriend and his mother’s sleeping arrangements when my phone rang. It was my best friend trolling for details about how the meeting of the mother went. I told her all about it and her immediate reaction was: So, he sleeps in the same bed as his mother, are you kidding me? Only when I heard it out loud I realized how weird it sounded. I told her not to worry, that there was probably another room in the apartment, I was just so flustered I didn’t see it. I arrived home a little bit after midnight, and I couldn’t sleep the whole night. The energy of that whole evening drained me to the point of over exhaustion. I couldn’t wait for him to call me the next day to see if he would bring up anything from the night before. Oh, and he did call me. And, yes, I was right, there was only one bed in the whole apartment. I never saw him again.


Submitted: December 19, 2020

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Ann Sepino

That's one weird arrangement, although there could be multiple reasons why there was only one bed. It could be that the mom was coincidentally visiting for a while, or lived in a different apartment down the hall. Or one of the two is simply used to sleeping on the floor atop a thin mat (pretty common in my country).

Then again, a woman's intuition is rarely wrong at the most crucial moments. Good story! :)

Mon, December 21st, 2020 1:52pm

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