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The Fag is done.
Jack came for his phone and said his mother was OK, the noise was maybe a stray cat or something outside but he stayed because she was scared. He again pointed out that this is why she wants to move in with him.
I told him that was nice for the two of them, since she already has her room and practically lives there. I wished him all the best for both of them. He was happy at first until the words sank in and then came the frown as he asked what that was supposed to mean.
I explained like some of you told me to, that I felt undermined and forgotten. That I did not see a future for us with his mother in the middle of us. I also told him that I am worth more than this. More than the shit I seem to find myself in all the time.
He cried.
I am not so manly that I will not admit I cried too. I told him I loved him, he was my one, the only one, but I had to take what little bit of dignity I had left and I had to save myself since he clearly was just going to watch me drown.
Then I asked him to leave.
He refused, sinking to the floor and begging me to give him another chance, to let him show me how much I mean to him. I had never seen him like this, his sobs and gasping for air like her, but… real.
I had not taken off the ring, I thought I would like some symbolic things but as I stood there watching him I realized he was the one drowning and I was just watching now. So we made an agreement. I would have a code word, thanks for that Packman440. In your honor I chose Packman. Hahaha.
If his mother starts grating on me or goes over the line where he misses it, I will use the code word and he will shut it down. We shall see. You know, I feel a lot better about this, a lot. We shall see.
I know I am a pussy but… I love him and the thought of not being with him makes me wanna curl up my toes and die… ya know?
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UPDATE ONE
So his mother really pulled out all the stops. She arrived and demanded we pay the taxi driver who had carried up her bags and then told me to make her a cuppa like i was the hired help. Jack calmly told her that WE agreed that it was not a good idea for us to have her move in after all. I paid the poor man and turned to watch the show.
She lay on the floor, she wailed and threw herself about like she was having some sort of fit. Of course Jack was horrified, his mouth falling open as he had never seen his mother act this bad before.
I did not even have to use my codeword, Jack calmly picking up the phone and calling his brother Gray, who came and collected her. She was so pissed that she started spiting at me. Like a cat or something.
Jack held me and apologized, saying he had no idea she had a mental illness. What? Yeah, so this is the new thing. Now she is going to get some professional help. She is outraged that he would even consider her crazy or developing dementia or something but I know this is the only thing that makes sense to him.
Of course I did NOT do anything to make him think that…. Much.
All I know is… we are back on course for the wedding and our future together and Jack thinks his mother has had some sort of episode. Like … the stress of the wedding is too much for her. Like… yeah. The thought of me joining the family is making her mad.
But here we are, as of right now Jack is asleep beside e me in bed. Good night.
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UPDATE TWO
OK. I spoke too soon.
Jack's phone went off, now his brother is yelling at him that COW told all these amazing lies about me to everyone and Gray wants Jack to leave me before I destroy his life. Jack was so confused and is now getting mad.
He took off over to her place and I am left here in the bed still trying to work out what angle she hoped to go for here.
All I know is… she is clearly a sore looser.