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!zGK5TvtsCs 10/28/11(Fri)13:28:12 No.147260>>147249
And
then my fucking boyfriend started to cry, too, and then there was a lot
of yelling back and fourth between him and his mother, about how she
was never around and only cared about how he did in school and how he
made her look etcetera. She said that's not true, and he said "well what
about right now, mom? I love this guy so fucking much, I'm so happy
with him but you couldn't give a shit - all you care about is the fact
that your son's a fucking faggot" and then there was more yelling and
then she hugged him and they cried together and it was awkward as hell
for the uninvolved parties.
Eventually they calmed down and my
boyfriend practically begged his mother not to call the cops on my ass,
and she said she wouldn't, and that it wouldn't matter if she did anyway
because what we're doing isn't actually illegal - I practically fainted
with relief, oh my fucking god - and then she apologised to ME for
calling me all those things and told me that she had always thought I
was a "nice boy" and that if her son had to be gay she wouldn't want for
him to be with anyone else. Then she apologised to my mother for making
a scene and she disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes.
She
came out and had cleaned herself up, asked my mother if it was still
okay for her to drop my boyfriend off at six that night (he was going to
be staying with us that weekend - his mom was going to a wedding in
Maine), which it was, and then she said her goodbyes and went to leave
with my boyfriend but not before telling me that if I ever did anything
to hurt her son that I was going to get a lot more than just a round of
verbal abuse.
I'm just... wow. Really surprised and fucking
thankful that I'm not sitting in the back of a police car or something
right now. Even more surprised that she's going to let her son stay on
the same premises as me for two and a half days without her supervision. |
