The first time
Angus took his girlfriend to our home was failed when we were happy to review
the memorable timeline of his childhood: the first chickenpox, or the first
time riding a bike, or the first time involved in an accident. I still found
difficult to face with the matter that my son had a girl firend though, because
it was like a great replacement. Was I not the only woman in my son’s life? –
It’s so painful. Also with the offense of hurting others, according to the
criminal drama “Justice and law” or CSI my husband often watched, I could
convict my dearest son of a serial killer, and I really didn’t want this
accusation. Definitely, I wanted my son to meet a good girl, to invite her to
our home or a warm dinner where she could help me to clean up and gossip with
me.
After
heart-breaking experiences form the first girlfriend accident, I was confident
that I would have solutions which were more gentle and smarter with the next
date of my son. But, man proposed but God disposed, due to the story about the
second girl was not brighter. It was a girl who had just moved to our
neighborhood and she often visited our home. I knew her after several times but
it was official in a day I came to the kitchen with a pile of laundry and I was
shocked to see they were cuddling next to the sink. After recognizing me, my
beloved son stammered “Oh mommy, this is…” He spoke a strange name that I had
to repeat three or four times to pronounce correctly. Nevertheless, her name
was not important, simply because that hug made me mad, and the consequence by
then was my hard interdiction for that couple.
I usually
pretended to show a normal side with my son’s affair, just because I didn’t
want him to feel that I was competing to become the only woman in his life. The
perfect scenario that I wanted was a visit of a nice girlfriend. After that
they could watch TV in the living room and I promised not to disturb them, was
it too comfortable for that couple?
Back to the story
of that girl, in the summer before entering the university, I realized that
Angus rarely met her, maybe it was because they were busy preparing for the
entrance exam. I thought, “Do they have anything between them?”, and unexpectedly,
I saw Angus who seemed a bit tired, and it would be easier to check
information. Then I started a conversation:
“Recently [that
girl’s name] seldom visits our home, right?”
He mumbled and
grumbled when I had just finished my question.
“Ah, I means how
is it going on?”
He kept moaning
along with shrugging his shoulder.
“Do you go
anywhere on Friday night? Do you need the car? Or does [her name] want to come
to our home? If it’s ok, I can make a home-made pizza for you two”.
It was mumble as
well as tears from his red eyes.
“Oh dear, are you
crying?”
His eyes dewed
with tears. “She broke up with me…” then he burst out crying, blew his nose
into a napkin and started to tell a long love colon as the novel “His love
stories” I had read, but this storyline was more dramatic and characters were
so disordered.
Basic ideas that I
got were that my boy was more serious in this love than that girl. He was
driven crazy by that girl while she was just vague. After being taken
advantage, he was ignored and dumped away like old clothes.
I listened to his
story, imagined the scene that cruel girl broke my dearest son’ heart, then
used her ivory-like feet to trampled that sacred sentiment. Although I showed
that I was listening attentively, my head was full of thought. All of sudden I
recalled a conversation in the TV show of Jerry Springer: “Do you want me to
tackle that girl? I have to let her know that no one could hurt my son”, and I
thought how I would whip out the chair into that annoying girl’s head.
I tried to console
and comfort him, though he was taller than me a head. I asked if he wanted to
eat biscuits or drink some juice, and if he wanted, I would not mind making
mushroom marinated beef he loved. Despite my kindness, my boy just wanted to be
alone.
Once entering the
university, he would be stable as before, so he needed a new environment.
Therefore, I had to replace my husband who was on business trip to settle it.
In fact, it was not too difficult.
Finally that
summer ended and he was ready for school again. During the first weeks, he
lived above the clouds. If he didn’t sleep, he would watch TV dramas
passionately. After that it was fine because he found a job in a clothing shop
and I met his “intimate” colleague here. It was a girl who was willing to nag
Angus if he forgot a glass of milk on the counter and didn’t clean up after
eating the cake plate. She was a real arrest. However, unlike before, I really
liked this girl. I loved the way she looked and smiled affectionately with
Angus when hearing jokes or she complimented that Angus and I looked special
equally (an intelligent person and a lovely humorous one). When we went for a
walk, I always watched over them, smiled and thought: “Angus is so lucky”.
And also I found
myself lucky when my son had such a cute girlfriend. I realized that I was not
“dumped” as I used to be obsessed. If I was fortune, my son’s partner would not
be the enemy as I thought but she would become my true ally. Now my son
officially has a lover, a petite girl with sexy lashes but fledged to help my
kid grow up. It’s enough for me to be satisfied and happy.
