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Hey, guys! I’m Steven. I’d like to share with you how I almost ruined my mom’s hope for a “happily ever after” story by being way too suspicious about her new boyfriend. But let me give you some background first.
I've lived with my mom for my whole my life. I never knew my father, and my mom’s parents died before I was even born, so it was always just the two of us in the family. Mom worked hard as a waitress and at a dry cleaner, and she has always been quite a romantic day-dreamer when it comes to guys. Each time she meets a man, she's sure that he's "the one," she falls in love fast, and then cries on my shoulder completely brokenhearted at the end. I, on the other hand, try to be more realistic, but still supportive of her. I knew for now that I was her only constant defender and I always at least tried to act like a real grownup man. For example, when mom finished her job too late one night, I met her when she was coming home from work, since the block of the city we live on is not that great. I was OK with taking care of mom, even though I still had some growing up to do, and we did pretty well most of the time.
That's about it for the history. Now let’s get into the actual story. One night mom was getting ready for another date, and as usual I was trying to calm her down and instruct her so that she would not be so overly affectionate and trusting, at least on the first date. She was very inspired and excited about the guy she was going out with that night, which made me start to think that this was a bad sign and that she was going to have her heart broken again. When somebody knocked on the door, I went to open it and saw the guy. I can’t actually say why, but he seemed different from any of my mom's previous dates, and I wasn’t sure if that was bad or good. He was, sort of, polite and well-dressed, I mean, not like a rich person, but still like a gentleman, and he even had a small bouquet of flowers with him. Our interaction lasted for about a minute, and then the two of them left, but for no actual reason that I could pinpoint, I found myself suspicious about him. Something was definitely wrong with him, I thought.
The next day I saw how happy my mom was, she had that in-love smile on her face and was singing some sort of a love song in a soft voice. I immediately recognized the signs of her having fallen in love again. Of course, I started to ask questions about the guy, wondering who he was and how he earned his living. His name was Erwin, by the way. I don’t know exactly if it was because mom was tired of my questions, or because this man was really special for her, but she told me to save all my questions to ask him directly at a dinner we were all having together this coming Friday. I had never eaten with any of my mom’s boyfriends before, but since the meal was on him I didn’t actually mind.
On Friday evening we were already sitting in a cozy little restaurant, having a pretty good meal. I saw that Erwin was a little bit nervous and that made me feel like I had some control over him. I began questioning him about his past. He said that at first he worked as a sales representative in one firm, but then the company went bankrupt and then he didn't have an income for a little while. Then he began working as an odd-jobber since he was skilled in plumbing, woodworking, and so on. But then he told me something that infuriated me. He said that once, the house he’d been working at had been robbed and he was accused of it and went to jail. To me this just meant that from all of the men on the Earth my mom had to pick from, she had chosen a felon. I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. And I couldn’t let my mom date a former prisoner. That’s why, even unexpectedly for myself, I just grabbed my mom and left the restaurant without finishing our meal, saying ultimately that Erwin had better leave us alone.
Mom and I stayed silent the whole way home. I knew she was angry at my reaction, but I believed it was the only right thing to do. The next day I could tell that she was still angry at me. I, on the other hand, did want to cheer her up and tried my best to act as if nothing actually happened back there at the restaurant. But then suddenly my mom, who has always been easy going and smiley, angrily said that I had no right to do what I’d done. Her reaction made me furious. Wasn’t she the one who had always insisted on the fact that I was almost a man and responsible for her?
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