Hello, I’m Sylvia, and this is a story about
a love rivalry... between me and my Mom! When I was 17, I started dating Paul. He was 18, he was a great guy, and I liked
him very much. It was always so much fun hanging out with
him and after a short time, I thought I already loved him. There was only one problem. My Mom. She is a very beautiful woman and looks 10
or 20 years younger than she is. So at first everything was great with Paul,
but then I introduced him to my Mother. And he... looked at her really weirdly. I felt like he saw my Mom as a more beautiful
version of me. For the entire evening Paul was chatting and
laughing with my Mom, and she was just enjoying his company. I kinda felt left out of the conversation. They didn’t even look at me! After this Paul mentioned how awesome my Mom
was several times. And I started to get paranoid - does my boyfriend
really like my MOM? Could this be real? I decided to forget about it, after all, Paul
was a nice guy and maybe he just genuinely wanted my Mom to like him for my sake. But EVERY TIME they met, stuff like this happened
again. They would talk for a long time, and when
I hinted that maybe it was time for us to go and do something without mom, Paul was
completely oblivious to it. One time, we had planned to watch a movie
one evening at home and Paul decided to invite my Mom to watch it with us. So I was sitting there, watching them talking
and laughing, stuffing my face with popcorn. After this, I decided to keep them away from
each other. I tried to go out with Paul as much as possible,
and if he asked about going to my place, I would always come up with an excuse - like
I didn’t want to go, or there was something cool happening in the city. One time I even said that my Mom was sick,
and Paul was like “oh, is she alright? Maybe we should buy something for her, maybe
she needs some medicine?” Every time something like this happened, I
wanted to talk with him about it, but HOW could I talk about a topic like this? “Hey, boyfriend, are you, by any chance,
in love with my mother?” After a while he stopped talking about her
and I thought that was it. But then my Mom “pleasantly” surprised
me - she bought us all tickets to another city for a few days. She explained that they were really cheap
and she didn’t want to lose this opportunity. All the way there, Paul and Mom started talking
again and I tried to convince myself that it was fine, after all, I was also a part
of the conversation. When we arrived it was awesome - we were staying
in an awesome hotel and our sightseeing tour was amazing. I even had some time to spend alone with Paul
when my Mom went to see her friend for a few hours. We ate some ice cream and took a romantic
walk in the park, and by that point, I had stopped worrying completely. I thought that, yes, I WAS just paranoid. But this didn't last, and I finally realized
that I was right all along. I was so tired this one evening, so I ended
up sleeping for like 10 or 11 hours. When I woke up, there was no trace of Paul
or my Mom! I looked around everywhere, trying to find
either of them - I thought that they might even be in the hotel cafeteria, but no. I called Paul and he didn’t answer. Then I called my Mom and asked where they
were. Mom said “Oh, we decided to not interrupt
your sleep and we went into the city by ourselves! We'll be back in an hour and then you can
join us.” WHAT!? I was boiling with anger, especially because
it was such a weird situation to be in. I was in a very bad mood for the remainder
of our trip and I didn’t talk much. Paul and Mom were asking me if I felt sick
or if something had happened, but I said no. When they planned to go into the city again,
I said that I didn’t want to go and that I'd rather just rest in the hotel. I hoped that Paul, or at least my mom, would
realize what was happening, but they were happy to leave without me. After we got back, I finally decided to get
everything straight. One evening, when Paul and I were hanging
out, I finally found the courage to ask him about it in a very straightforward manner
- “Paul, do you like my Mom?” He was like “What do you mean?” and I
just stared at him, because he knew exactly what I meant. He was scratching his neck and looking in
other directions, like he was very uncomfortable about this conversation. After a while he said, “No, of course not,
she’s your mom, I’m just trying to be nice.” I explained how uncomfortable and weird I
felt every time he would pay so much attention to her and not to me, and he apologized, so
I decided to give him another chance. Our relationship was perfect for the next
few weeks - he was always attentive to me, never talked about my Mom, and it was just
like before he met her. I was pretty happy. But then I saw a chat between him and my Mom
on his phone. He started to try to explain himself, but
I stood up and left without saying a word! I was pretty broken after that, I couldn’t
believe that my Mom was the reason I was breaking up with Paul. I didn’t talk with her about it because
I was so upset that she didn’t understand that it might hurt me. But she made the situation even worse than
it was before - one time I saw them taking a walk, and it wasn’t even that far from
my house. In fact, it was a place where Paul and I usually
walked. I couldn’t even look at their happy faces
or hear them laugh. When my Mom came back home, I was crying. She asked me what was wrong, but she knew. I told her “Why are you doing this to me,
you knew I liked him, you are supposed to be my Mom, why do I have to fight with you
for my boyfriend? Why would you chat with him or go on a DATE
with him?” Mom said that it wasn’t like that, she just
enjoyed his company, and that was all. I was so tired of their lies, I just went
into my room and locked my door. After an hour my mom knocked, and I refused
to let her in. The next day when my Mom got home from work,
she brought me beautiful earrings. She said she was sorry and that something
like this would never happen again. She just didn’t understand what she was
doing. I guess she was lonely and liked the attention
of such a young guy. Maybe it made her feel younger herself. I forgave my Mom after all this. What else could I do? She was still my Mom, and a good one if we
didn’t count this situation. But I was heartbroken and I still am. I haven't talked with Paul since. I don’t hold a grudge against my mother,
but I will DEFINITELY think twice about introducing my future boyfriends to her. What do you think about this? Should I just relax about my Mom or is this
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