Maria is always testing me. The older she gets, the more harmful she gets, hence the tests on my head. She grew up as a girl who did things her own way before and it was useless to tell her anything. Even if you positioned it as “for your own good,” she would do it out of spite.
I never liked that she went to accounting school when she had so many opportunities to major in another field. But I hated it even more that she never went out with boys. She wasn’t interested in school, she wasn’t interested in university, and there was no one suitable at work. I told her to look online, go out more often, but she only got angry and offended by my advice.
She is actually a beautiful, intelligent, well-to-do girl, with a job. So what is the problem? Why doesn’t she want to move on to something bigger and try to start a family? At twenty-five, it’s time to have at least one boyfriend under her belt.
Maybe I was pecking at my daughter for this too, maybe not a little, but her act still seems like a natural bullying to me.
About a week ago, she made my father and me happy with the news that she has a boyfriend, even a fiancé. She wants us to meet him.
I was over the moon, organized a meeting for us in a cafe, volunteered to pay for everything. I couldn’t wait to meet my daughter’s boyfriend, and she brought Ben, my almost fifty-year-old colleague. He’s even older than me, the same age as my husband, old enough to be Maria’s father.
My daughter proves that they love each other, and she doesn’t care about his past marriage and his child of almost the same age as Maria.
I really hope she’s lying like this to teach me a lesson. Lying to get me off my back with the suitors and leave her personal life alone. And I already agree, as long as she’s not with that old man. What a shame! Especially if they find out at work.