Hey , I'm so sorry you r going thru this. Not seeing you on mother's day bc mother in law more important. Nonsense . Sounds like the gf is a chip off old block of mom. Sounds like sons gf is a well....brat. idk best advice other than talk to your soon about how you'd like to be with him more , or make plans to take walks, lunches , etc things that don't break the bank. Invite son and gf or if gf doesn't come just son. Start to do all you can to make effort to be with son away from this so he can make sure it's what he wants . You are his mother , you deserve to be held high
July 12
Re: The chicken nugget. (NSFW Language)
I'm the fuck out.
I'm the fuck out.
To be fair though to the bolded, I owned a 93' Oldsmobile as my first car, and the transmission had started to go. Sometimes I had to treat it like a manual and work my way up from Neutral to get it to pick up enough speed. It was super ghetto. We called it the Ghettomobile.l
Sadly, I never got to make out in the front seat (it had an awesome bench seat). I got a little ahead of myself with some wishful thinking. I didn't have a boyfriend until after I graduated high school, and the car had already gone to the farm by then.
I'm 16. Junior in HS. My best friend has just come back from a Nuclear Science summer camp, where she met this kid who adored her, but she did not care for him at all. Let's call him P (for pity party). He is half-Chinese, half American Catholic, so he's got a head start on high standards and guilt but some damn fine bone structure. I start talking to him, we get along pretty well, but I was definitely being her wingwoman to get this kid to leave her alone. Over the course of the year I get to know him, and he's a really sweet kid who just has some issues, and I happen to be a very good listener.
Fast forward to the next summer. I'm away at summer camp now, so can only talk at WTF-o-clock in the morning. At this time of night, the only things happening anywhere are sex and depressed pity parties. One night he's really doing it up emotional, and starts the "nobody loves me, I'll never find a woman" blah blah. I assure him that no, there is a woman out there who will go out with him. "Well, would you date me?" Oh shit. Uhhh. Ummmm... "Yeah?"
Yeah. Truly an auspicious way to start an LDR.
So we sort-of date starting right before Senior year, when we're both 17. At Christmas he comes up to see me, and make it really official. But then it starts getting really really weird. Two weeks after I meet him, he tells me "When we get married, my mom wants to move in with us." Um, WHAT???? "P, I don't think it's a good idea to do something like that." "Well, she says that since Dad divorced her it's my responsibility to take care of her." Girls, I should have run for the fuckin hills. But I did not.
Shit continues to get weirder. When we talk, I ask "how are you doing?" and he launches into a full explanation of his day without so much as checking in on how I'm doing. It's like I was his shrink, not his girlfriend. Except for the part where he wanted to have tons and tons of cybersex and phone sex, but without getting to any actual pretend penetration, because that would be "sinful". So... phone handjobs? Yeah. Special.
I went to an all-girls high school at the time. We did have prom, but had to find dates from elsewhere, so I invited him. He agreed to fly up--but he wanted to stay at my house, in the guest room. He arrived at 2 am, but insisted that I not come to pick him up from the airport, so I didn't see him until the next morning. We awkwardly bummed around the living room until it was time for me to go get my hair done, etc.
Once we are done up for Prom, we go to the restaurant he's chosen to take me to. Fancy Italian place. Except, they've lost our reservation. So we drive around town looking for places that will take us. Everywhere is full up because of course it's Prom night for several schools. We end up having dinner--me in my full-length red satin ballgown--at the Pizza Hut. Pizza Hut. Nothing says young romance like half-cold sausage pizza and trying to keep your hem out of the salad dressing that's all over the floor.
So we finally get to Prom itself. At our school, the juniors host prom for the seniors. The juniors this year have selected a live band that apparently knows how to play nothing but bad hip-hop covers at a volume that could be approximated at "my ears are bleeding". P does not like the music. He wants to sit in the lobby and talk. He refuses to dance even when there are DJ breaks with slow songs. I end up falling asleep on the couch in the lobby because I'm so fucking bored. P decides to wake me up and take me home at 9 pm, one hour into the event. I am too groggy to argue.
So we get back to my house, say goodnight because I sure as hell don't want to stay up after that disaster. I change into pajamas, and then he's back in my room. He kisses me, which is fine, but it quickly progresses to him shoving my hand down his pants. I was not particularly interested at first, but definitely super not interested when I discovered that even at full-mast, there is some truth to the stereotype about Asian men and their lack of endowment. (A chicken nugget would feel sorry for this guy.) So we spend about 10 minutes fighting for control of my hand until I finally throw him out of my bedroom with some line about not wanting to ruin the magic of the evening.
When I drop him off at the airport the next day, he sobs about how he hates to leave his true love behind. I could not get him on the plane fast enough.
About a month later, I called him to break up. He told me that his grandfather had just died, and I couldn't leave him now. Cue two months of "It's over"/ "What can I do to win you back??"/ "No, it's over." / "Let me try again. I love you!!"
It finally ended when I told him that his mother treated him like her husband, which left me to be his mother, and I wasn't okay with that. And then I blocked his number.
I'm the fuck out.
The summer begore junior years I just got home after vacation and walked into my bedroom. There was candy and flowers EVERYWHERE. Not like a couple bouquets, but enough roses to cover every flat surface of my room. Since I had only been with my boyfriend 2 months at that point I found it a little creepy. I was super tired from my flight so I changed into pjs and took a nap. I woke up to him sitting on the edge of my bed stroking my hair. Apparently he watched me change too because he had been HIDING IN MY CLOSET! He assumed I would unpack and he wanted to surprise me.
The next one who stands out was a guy I met at a party. He was cute and we flirted all night, I appreciated that he seemed sweet and not too pushy. We made plans to hang out later that week. The night before he told me that he wanted to be upfront about the fact that he had some pretty kinky fetishes. I'm willing to try anything once and am kinky myself so I said it was fine and I would be open to whatever it was. BIG FAT FCKING MISTAKE.
He showed up the next day wearing sweats pants and a tee shirt with a rubber ducky on it. I then noticed he way more going on in the ass area then he had a few days earlier. Turns out he was into the whole adult baby thing, he was wearing a FCKING DIAPER! I had told him of be open and didn't want to embarrass him so I agreed to "babysit" him for the day. We wound up hanging out at home watching blues clues and drank wine, me out of a proper wine glass him out of a bottle. I drank enough that I even agreed to change his diaper, I stopped returning any and all calls after that night.
The last was my ex from before FI. He claimed he loved me and we were great theater, but I was basically a glorified booty call. Never saw him before 11 at night usually later. Barely heard from him in between "dates". He also had this weird fascination with me having sex with other guys. Since I viewed this as basically a booty call I was seeing other guys, but he started requesting that I call him and let him listen.
I ended things as soon as I met FI ad he moved across country for work. He ended up getting engaged less than a year later and called to tell me. He followed up with going on and on about how much he loved and missed me. I didn't hear from him until this June. He called me on his fucking wedding day to ask me for one more chance. He wanted to know if I was happy with FI, and then told me even though he was getting married THAT DAY that he knew in his heart one day things would work out and we would be together.
I'm the fuck out.