Nice week to all of you, today we will talk about a topic that just came to my mind after a friend asked me if I have ever had a bad experience with a mother-in-law, and the forgetful corner of my brain remembered that yes.
It was in my student years, and the only sign I will share of him is that he was my first formal boyfriend (because if I put a name the town burns). It turns out that his parents are people from another town, far from Ensenada. We met, we became engaged, and we were barely three weeks old when I told him that I wanted to meet his parents.
So, in one of those crazy things and routine outings, I got on a truck that took me to his town; we were on school holidays. I remember that he went to the terminal for me and took me to his house, where he introduced me to his younger sister. Her parents were not there, because when I got to the bravazo, they had gone to Ensenada on some business.
They took me around the town, they took me to the land where their father worked… it was a very rainy day. It was six in the evening and the handsome man decided that he would take me to my house, that he was not going to take me back by truck. He drove almost two hours, I got home late, and I remember well that he was back in his town around 10 at night, so I suppose his mother’s discomfort with me arose from there.
A week after these events, my boyfriend told me that the mother was at her house in Ensenada (grandmother and aunt’s residence). He took me and she and her father were at the entrance of the house. I got out of the car, I said “nice to meet you, ma’am”, and what do you think? She left me with her hand outstretched, she just nodded her head, and her dad between her teeth told me “good afternoon.” I got freaked out because it was the first time I had official in-laws. Anyway, I tried not to take it the wrong way, I supposed they were a bit cold.
We had been dating for about two months and I felt strange that he didn’t invite me into the living room of the house where he stayed during the week, where his older sister lived with him, because I did invite him to my house.
About two months later, he told me that his mother didn’t like me, that because it was obvious that I was “an interested person,” I told him “explain that to me,” and the man commented that they were from the ranch, that maybe I had noticed that he had a good car, money to spend on a weekly basis, that he carried chains and gold slaves, etc. I got so angry that I told him “let’s see, did you tell them that I work, that I pay my expenses? two to school, and from three to nine to the ice cream shop?
I remember that yes, my boyfriend felt bad. What I did not dimension is that we would last four years together, of which three years and 11 months the lady would feel a rejection towards me.
I really regret not having valued myself enough to know that it was not there. Although they say that you are with your partner, not with your family, but hey, to the point that they don’t allow you to enter the living room of a home as if you were something bad?
I remember that he always waited outside his house, even though the lady was not in the city. He was always attentive if she was there so that he would not catch me at her home. But one day it happened that we were watching movies with her younger sister, who was already starting university here in the city, and her mother-in-law arrived and parked at the only entrance and therefore exit. I ran and didn’t know where to go, because he wanted to prevent me from running out of the house in a rude way. The easiest thing was to lock myself in a wooden closet in his room. It was summer and I was there for about two hours, it looked like a sauna; I listened to all the conversations.
It wasn’t until I heard that she was going to the market to get some things that I was able to go out. This was already the end of my relationship, and I came out sad, not because I loved him, in fact I didn’t know how to end it: it was because I had hidden myself as if I were a thief.
So soon after I went to his house for some things, I was two weeks away from throwing it out; when the lady saw me, she told him to come in, and it was the strangest thing in my life. It was not possible that after so much time he barely wanted to get close to me. I barely spoke as I went into the room, that was no longer my place in their lives. He had been happy, I wasn’t, I already wanted to get him out of my life but I couldn’t find a way without hurting him.
Do you know what is the strangest? That day that she invited me to sit in her living room, the lady was with a friend of her youngest daughter, who months later would harass me with messages because she would go and live with the subject in question, knowing that he was a man hurt because his girlfriend left it for a long time.
Over time I had more mothers-in-law, but to this day I can say that life rewarded me twice with a mother-in-law Gloria Hernández: yes, that’s what my former mother-in-law and my current mother-in-law are called.
Kisses with red lips!