So, let’s be real: this isn’t exactly how most girls meet their boyfriend’s mom. Sure, I’d had a couple of brief encounters with her before, just casual hello’s at the front door. But this time? This was the moment we truly connected—eye contact and all.
And boy, was it a chilling experience.
I was 19, and my boyfriend, Alex, was 21. After a long year of being apart at colleges scattered across the country, we were finally back home for the summer and ready to make up for lost time. Alex had scored a house-sitting gig for a few days, which meant no more sneaking around in cars or dark movie theaters. We had a whole house to ourselves! We were thrilled.
Then Came the Fateful Morning
As our eyes locked, time seemed to freeze. I felt like I could see deep into her soul, and she was clearly seeing a lot more of me than she ever intended. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked Alex’s mother, Karen, with a literal basket of muffins for her “baby.” “Surprise! Good mo—” she exclaimed, stepping into the bedroom. Our eyes met again. I could feel the tension. I was naked, and Alex was, well, doing what boys do.
Just take a moment to absorb that visual.
In that surreal instant, all my fears were confirmed: she absolutely did not approve of me. It wasn’t just because I was caught in an intimate moment. No, she believed I was too bold, too unconventional, and definitely not Catholic. Of course, she seemed to overlook the fact that her son was also engaging in pre-marital fun.
Desperate to fix this “situation,” she called my mom. Oh boy, that was a mistake. My mom has always believed in my independence. Once I turned 18, she made it clear that I was my own person. So when Karen tried to paint me as a misguided daughter, my mom went full mama bear mode.
Let’s just say, it didn’t end well for Karen.
In the end, Alex and I packed our bags, hopped into his car, and embarked on a cross-country adventure, leaving everyone and everything behind for 14 months. Our daring escape brought us closer together, despite Karen’s frantic pleas of “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?”
A year later, we tied the knot, and our mothers didn’t exchange a single word at the wedding. Fast forward 16 years, and although they still don’t speak much, Karen and I have found common ground—mainly through my three kids.
And get this: when she was over at my house helping while Alex was away, guess what she didn’t mention? The giant glass dildo I’d left under my pillow. I returned home to find fresh sheets and that very same “decorative piece” sitting right where I had left it.
So yes, while my mother-in-law might not approve of all my choices, and I may not always agree with hers, we’ve learned to accept each other—glass dildos and all.
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Summary
Meeting the mother-in-law can be awkward, especially in unexpected situations. This humorous tale recounts a shocking encounter between a young woman and her future mother-in-law—complete with a naked surprise and the fallout that followed. Despite their rocky start, they eventually find common ground through family and shared experiences.