“The Mama’s boy”


We were in the early stages of dating when his mother came to town. He invited me to his family dinner at the last minute. I saw that he could be completely himself around her— happy, rebellious, and just the right amount mortified by her gushing. I fell asleep that night thinking about how families are crazy, and if I was to ever start one, it would have to be with someone like him.


Postscript: Circumstantial breakup when I moved to a new city. We still keep in touch. I move back in six months.

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