Breaking Free and Finding Love
I always knew I had a mother. But at times, it felt like she was my entire world. Even at 37, she checked in daily, asking the same questions.
I had my apartment, a steady job at a museum, a deep love for art history, a bank account, and two degrees. Yet, every time I saw Mom calling on my phone, I instinctively straightened up.
She dictated everything—from my bedtime to the color of my nails.
Then, I met Theo.
For the first time, I kept a secret from her. It lasted exactly three days.
The Night Everything Changed
The evening Theo came over, I was excited. I had baked a pie from an online recipe instead of Mom’s treasured cookbook. It was slightly burnt, the chicken a little dry—but they were my mistakes. My choices.
A week earlier, she had insisted, “I want to meet him. In person. At my house. At the table. With my questions.”
“Mom, let me handle this. I’ll decide when it’s time.”
She backed off. For once. I should’ve known better.
That night, Theo arrived with tulips, non-alcoholic wine (since he knew I was exhausted from work), and a cake from my favorite bakery. Something warm bloomed in my chest. We talked, laughed, and dreamed together.
Candles flickered, soft music played, and as he gently touched my hand, he said, “After all the heartbreaks, I never thought I’d feel this way again… and then you came along.”
And then—
“ACHOO!”
From inside the closet.
Theo froze. “Are we not alone?”
I turned, opened the door…
“Mom?!”
There she was. Sitting in the dark. Wearing a headlamp. Holding a thermos.
“What… what are you doing?” I gasped.
“I was just making sure. Listening. Evaluating. I didn’t interfere!” she defended.
Theo, somehow, managed a polite smile. “Good evening. I’m Theo. Nice to meet you.”
And so began the interrogation.
Theo gave me a look that said, Is this a joke?
I gave him one back: No. This is my life.
Then, Mom stood up. “Now, a test.”
“A test?” Theo echoed.
“Wipe the table. No streaks. If you leave even one mark—you’re not for her.”
“Mom, stop!” I protested, mortified.
But to my shock… Theo didn’t hesitate. He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a sponge, and wiped the table flawlessly.
She inspected it. Nodded. Then, dramatically, handed him a paper.
He read it. His smile faded. Without a word, he handed it to me and left.
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I looked down:
RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER
Have a job.
Understand that I don’t like you.
I am EVERYWHERE.
Make her cry, I make you cry.
Be home 30 minutes early.
SHE is my princess, not your conquest.
I don’t mind going to jail.
Three days passed. No calls. No texts.
Finally, I caved: “I’m sorry for how things went. You didn’t deserve that.”
Seen. No reply.
Then—a knock at the door.
I opened it, heart racing. Theo stood there, holding flowers.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ve planned a date… for you and your mom.”
Winning Her Over
First stop? His lecture.
Mom and I sat in the back of a classroom, watching Theo speak about love in literature.
“If he’s trying to seduce us both with lectures, he failed,” Mom whispered.
I shot her a look. But I stayed. I knew this wasn’t all he had planned.
Next— a boat ride.
A calm lake, a plaid blanket, fresh strawberries, and tea. Her favorite tea. He remembered.
She barely smiled. But I saw it.
“To end the night,” Theo said, “I’d like to make you both dinner. At my place.”
His home was beautiful. Cozy. It smelled of citrus and cedar. Mom leaned back, exhaling for the first time.
As the sun set, he grilled steaks on the terrace. She watched, slowly letting her guard down.
Then, she nudged me. “You know… he’s not so bad, honey.”
Theo returned, carrying two plates. Then, suddenly, he knelt on one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
Mom leaned in. “Sweetheart… I’d have said yes already.”
I laughed through tears. “YES. Of course—yes!”
Mom changed.
I finally became me. And maybe… she did too.
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