Yes, that did in fact occur. My fiancé’s pocket held my mother’s underpants the night he spent the night at our place. Not everything that happened that tragic day was my mom’s fault. My dad left the family when I was just two years old. It seems he was sick of taking care of us and thought we were a burden. He then left us in search of a young woman he had found. But after that, mom found it difficult to trust men. After dad’s divorce, she never dated anyone again, and as I got older, she started “testing” all of my dates.
She did not know that she was wrecking her daughter’s life in the process, but I can see her wanting to shield me from the wrong men. My mother said that none of the boys I fell in love with were reliable. Her view that all men were like my father—cheaters and heartless—was reinforced by the fact that none of them had passed her test. When I learned the truth about my ex-boyfriends, I was devastated and even made the decision that I would never trust a guy in my life again. But my perspective shifted after meeting Kevin. I am not sure what it was about him that made me think he stood out from the rest, but I knew he was the one.
So one day, after giving it some thought, I asked him to supper and introduced him to my mother. “Hello mom, this is Kevin. I informed my mother, “We have been dating for a while and we are hoping to get married shortly. Kevin smiled sweetly to my mother. “I’m glad we’re finally meeting, Mrs. Miles. Chloe always keeps talking about you!” he exclaimed cheerfully. Mom looked at him suspiciously. “Nice to meet you, Kevin. I’m glad Chloe has someone in her life she loves so much,” she said. “But as far as marriage is concerned, we’ll see about that later,” she added in a low voice.
Oh, no, don’t tell me she’s going to try those stupid tests on Kevin as well, I thought to myself. “Well, mom. Kevin is…” I started speaking, but my mom cut me off. “Come, let’s have dinner, Chloe. We can discuss other things later,” she told me. Honestly, I don’t think there was any point in even telling her not to doubt Kevin. I had a feeling she wouldn’t trust him, and sadly, that’s exactly what happened.
That night, after dinner, when my mom and Kevin were alone, she repeated her test. I had crept behind the closed door and was listening to their conversation. “Are you sure you like my daughter, Kevin?” mom asked him. “Or are you more interested in me?” Please, Mrs. Miles, behave yourself! I’m not like that!” Kevin snapped and left the room. You have no idea how happy I was when I heard Kevin reacting like that. He was the first guy to pass my mom’s test. But sadly, she didn’t believe him.