It happened a few years ago.
I usually took girls home. My parents house. I didn’t live there, but I would visit on holidays and weekends. No big deal, and also it gets your logistics straight, because you can pull to your parents house.
But my mother had other plans.
When mad, which happened everytime somehting was not of her liking, she would moan and rant about my “girls”. How they followed me around, how they were not “real women” who could make me “settle down” (I was 21 back then, hell).
Once she tried to “talk” me into not bringing girls home. I said that I would leave the house and never come back, because being with girls is only natural. I despised her for this sad attempt. No real Man can live in good terms with his mother while at the same time living with her.
Months went by. A few encounters in the corridor, or by the doorstep. Nothing too awkard. Some girls came over more than once. She would try to chat them up, and they would reciprocate out of courtesy. I would always end those exchanges as fast as possible, because I saw no gain in them. This I’ve discovered growing older.
One of these exchanges though involved my mother being pissed off because a girl was staying for a couple of days at my place, without me telling her (or anybody, for that matter). My nature is ice. I mean I don’t kiss and tell, or whatever the expression is, nor I inform non relevant people of my plans. This has proven to be a problematic strategy* and perhaps also the origin of this blog.
So my mother goes on ranting (so the whole house can hear how mad she is), while I grabbed the girl and headed for the door. I forgot something in my room so I left the girl alone for a second by the doorstep. When I came back one minute later, my mother was yelling at her something along these lines:
“Because you have to stand up to MEN! If you don’t, they will treat you like shit and not respect you!…”
Only reviving this sequence is uncomfortable to me. My girl was looking at her a bit terrified because she was grabbing her by the wrist. I swallowed my contempt and took the woman outside. We were followed by my mothers shoutings.
There was no real damage, as this was a solid woman whom I had been on a MLTR for over 3 years, and I don’t lie to girls. I didn’t give the act any relevance in front of her. But deep inside, I started considering my mother a threat for my girls and the lifestyle I want to live.
I can’t imagine what a living hell a young man’s life can be if he doesn’t have the balls to stand up to his mother. I’ve seen Indian guys in this situation. And Chinese. And Skinner from the Simpsons. All small Men.
Also, I know what I will tell the women I chose for bearing my kin:
“You give me the boy, I will make the Man.”