I met Mark at a birthday party of a mutual friend of ours. I immediately noticed how he was casting his eyes at me. I was pleased with the attention I received. We ended up getting to know each other. We talked all evening, and when it was time to leave, I left Mark my number. We agreed to meet again and continue our acquaintance. Two days passed. Mark called me with a proposal to meet at a local cafe for a cup of coffee. I immediately agreed, because I also felt sympathy for him.
Mark came to the date in a formal suit and with a bouquet of flowers. It was a pleasant surprise for me. I was once again convinced what a gallant and handsome guy he is. The time with him flew by very quickly. We talked about absolutely everything, we felt good with each other.
After that meeting, we continued to communicate. Mark gave me expensive gifts, brought me flowers. We felt sympathy for each other, so after a while he asked me to go out with him. I agreed. We had a good time together, so Mark asked me to move in with him. I agreed without hesitation, and the next day I packed my things and moved in with Mark.
He lived in a one-room apartment. It upset me a little, because I was used to living alone. I liked to watch a movie and read a book in silence. And here he was always with me. Over time, I settled in a bit, put my things away, cleaned the apartment, and my doubts faded into the background.
I moved in on a Friday so that I could have a chance to put everything away on the weekend. The next morning, Mark woke me up. He was holding the phone. It was his mom who called and wanted to talk to me.
I could barely open my eyes. Why did she want to talk to me, and on a Saturday morning? I picked up the phone anyway. I heard an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the phone. Some woman was asking me in a high-pitched tone why I was still sleeping and not preparing breakfast for her son. I was simply stunned. But I was even more surprised by Mark’s reaction. For him, his mom’s words were not something strange. That’s when I realized that it was normal for him.
I pretended that nothing had happened. I just asked Mark to go to the grocery store to buy some food. I wrote him a list of things he needed. He took it and left. Meanwhile, I quickly began to pack my things. I deliberately included foods that were not easy to find on the list so that I would have a little more time to pack. After I had packed everything, I called a taxi and went home.
Twenty minutes later, Mark called me. I didn’t answer the phone. When he realized that I wasn’t going to answer his calls, he wrote me a message saying: “Where did you go?” At that time, I was already lying on the bed in my apartment. He called and texted me for a few more days, but I ignored them. Eventually, Mark seemed to understand and stopped calling. He left me alone.
When I told my friend about this story, she couldn’t understand why I didn’t stay with him, saying that everyone can be changed. He’s not a bad guy, and he has his own apartment. But I think no apartment or character traits will help if his mother sticks her nose into our relationship.
