After living together for three years, my boyfriend's mother moved in. I thought our life would be more comfortable.
As a result, she changed my pillows, threw away my succulents, took over my closet, and controlled every meal I had.
What's even more ridiculous is that I found a notebook in her drawer - it contained the blind date information of three girls, one of which had a red check mark.
While she was living in my house and eating the rice I bought, she was secretly dating her son.
I took out her clothes and her boyfriend said, "You are too sensitive. My mother is just too worried."
The day after I moved out, he called me seven times and sent me twelve messages.
The last one was: "What's going on if you leave like this? You're too willful."
I looked at the screen and smiled.
Capricious? Do you think I'm willful even leaving my own home?
Okay, then I will be willful to the end.
Three months later, I got a promotion and a salary increase, and moved into a new house facing south.
And he came to me to ask for peace: "My mother has returned to her hometown, let's start over."
I held my new boyfriend's hand and said, "Sorry, you missed it."
