Meeting My Mother-in-Law.A Story by RainWithout question the most humiliating moments of my life.
There's nothing unusual about being tense meeting your future in laws for the first time , but this was not a normal meeting. First and foremost is the closeness of my wife and her mother. Secondly , this was not a meet your future mother-in-law event. Sue was 18 and I was 28. Sue was going to college . I was going to hell.
I have to explain what led up to this meeting. Sue and I fell in love while I was working as a life guard at what I call a resort, and she maintains was just a quarry with music.
The worst thing Sue had ever done was steal flowers from her next door neighbor to give to her mom, for which she was scolded. I, on the other hand , was a total bum , who used drugs and traveled the country by freight train. Our relationship started slow..and stayed non physical for sometime.
Her mother finally got to the point where she issued an ultimatum to her daughter. Either stop seeing him, or move out. She lived in southern Ohio, and I lived in northern Ohio. I would come down , get a motel , and Sue would tell her mom she had to go out. We spent most of the time sitting out by the pool. On those rare occasions when we were alone in the room , she would not allow me to have sexual contact..not that I didn't try.
Sue told her mom that she didn't think she was giving me a fair chance. She had never met me, and if she did , she would see why she cared for me. This is how the meeting took place. Her mom agreed to meet me. I usually don't panic in situations like this , but I was petrified about meeting her mom.
I knew how close Sue and her mother was. I also know if I was a parent I would not blame her mom. I would not want my beautiful , intelligent , caring daughter falling in love with a guy with no education , not job , no future. I knew I had to really impress her.
I swear what I'm about to write is exactly how it happened. No-one could script what took place. I had bleached blonde hair, and actually chose to wear a purple turtle neck sweater, thinking I looked good, Sue led me into her home. It was a nice little ranch style home , with the family room the first room you entered. What I didn't know was that it wasn't just her parents who would be there. Her older brother and her two sisters were also there. Her step-father was a soft spoken, gentle man. He was the first to greet me. He led me to an empty couch against a far wall. I had to sort of squeeze by a glass coffee table that was right in front of me.
I took a deep breath, and said the most polite hellos I could. Sue's mom was in the kitchen. I don't remember the conversations, I just remember they were small talk and I sat with my hands together, neatly placed in my lap. I felt like I was waiting on the Queen of England to appear...and suddenly she did. She was a very attractive older woman. But, when our eyes met she couldn't mask her discomfort of having me in her house.
" Would you like something to drink, ?" she asked , with a somewhat strained politeness. She ran off a list of beverages, and for the life of me I don't know why I chose milk..maybe because milk represents wholesomeness. This is where it began. My heart was beating so fast , my hands were sweating. I was intimidated by her mom.
Her mom returned with a glass filled with milk, and held it out for me. The next few moments were a blur of incidents that couldn't be repeated in a hundred lifetimes.
She handed me the glass. I thought I had a grasp on it, but she released it before I had a good grip. The glass slipped through my fingers and fell directly on the glass coffee table. The coffee table shattered. The milk splashed everywhere. There were gasps..people saying, "It's ok."
There were people rushing to get towels. I was embarrassed beyond words, not knowing it wasn't over.
"I'm so sorry," I said, as I put both hands to my face and leaned back in one of those "What have I done" motions. In throwing myself back, I slammed my head against the wall...hard. Hard enough to knock a large picture hanging above my head loose from the wall. The picture fell straight down, banging me on the back of my head, and falling into the mess of milk and broken glass that laid at my feet. The whole incident took less than twenty seconds. Everyone kept saying "Don't worry about it."
I just wanted to bolt from the room. Sue tried her best to comfort me. She knew how humiliated I felt. No she didn't. The rest of my visit they all tried to act as if what they saw was no big deal. But, I knew better..and so did Sue's mom.
Today ? Sue's mom is like my mom, and sometimes at get togethers we laugh about it. But, at that moment , I can only imagine what her mom must have thought. Of all the embarrassing moments in my life , the series of blunders that happened in a matter of seconds that day , will always be the gauge I use to measure total humiliation. I've told this story countless times, and it still seems like the gods had to be involved.
Good bye, Mrs Carroll, it was so nice to meet you.
(C) "Copyright 1/12/2007 by Ray Neighbor"
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Added on February 8, 2008Last Updated on December 12, 2008 AuthorRainAbout"Having lived a bit has altered my thoughts of this coming new year from all those that have come and gone. Life is so bizarre that in some ways, my diagnosis has been a blessing. "I'm not sure why.. more..Writing
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