Hey love, grab a cuppa and settle in Ive got a story for you.
Sorry, love, for snapping at you earlier, the wouldbe motherinlaw rushed out, trying to smooth things over. I didnt mean it harshly. Maybe you could pop round sometime? Jamies still on his own after you two split, and hes buried in video games
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Daisy and Victor had been together for almost two years. To Daisy it felt proper she spent a lot of time at the Bennetts house, where they were polite enough, if not overly warm. She was convinced they had a solid future. Victor, a bit of a carefree bloke, was charming and knew how to set his sights on a goal.
Everything fell apart when Victor flunked his crucial English exam. It was a direct result of his laziness: during the lockdown he got glued to his console, dropping his studies entirely. The threat of being expelled loomed.
In the heat of the crisis Daisy let slip, confronting Victors mum in the kitchen:
Youre not the sort of man I need one who achieves nothing. I want a selfsufficient man. Im not going to be anyones housekeeper; we should share the chores and the earnings!
Her words hung heavy, instantly throwing their future into doubt.
Victors mother took it as a personal affront. Shed spent her whole life looking after her husband and son, believing her role was to care, not to demand results. Now she expected Daisy to behave the same way.
Honestly, love! A womans first duty is to keep the home tidy, and a man is the head of the family! she snapped.
Daisy kept quiet, not wanting to fuel the argument. After that, the door to the Bennetts house seemed permanently shut. Their communication reduced to secret texts, occasional calls, and brief meetups in neutral cafés. Victor suffered from not seeing her, but instead of being honest he resorted to manipulation.
Daisy, we need to talk to my mum, Victor pressed over the phone. Youve got to tell her you dont really feel that way. Im tired of hiding. Make peace with my parents, alright?
Why should I prove anything to your mum? She didnt raise me. These are your problems, not mine. Why should I bend over backwards? Daisy snapped back.
Because you love me and I love you. Its the only way to fix this. If you dont, well lose each other forever he pleaded.
With a heavy heart, Daisy agreed for love she was ready to take the humiliating step of trying to talk to a strangers mother.
But it didnt go as shed imagined
When Daisy arrived, Victor let her into the hallway. Just then his father, Mr. Bennett, appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
Whats this girl doing here? he demanded sharply.
Victor stammered, and Daisy felt the colour drain from her face. The question felt as if it were aimed at a random acquaintance, not his beloved daughterinlaw.
Dad, Daisy, we were Victor started, but his father cut him off.
I see who she is. Shes out! he barked.
From the living room, Victors mother wheeled in.
Whos making all that noise? Victor, whos with you?
The father, ignoring Daisy, muttered, The one who taught you how to live.
Daisy realised she was unwelcome. Humiliation and anger surged, and she acted on instinct.
Im leaving, and you stay here, you pathetic, coddledbymum lad! she hissed, storming out and slamming the door behind her.
Victor didnt even try to stop her.
As Daisy stepped onto the pavement, her phone rang. Victors voice was raw, not apologetic but furious.
What did you say?! Youve ruined everything!
What have I ruined? Your dad just put me in the same league as a callgirl! he shouted.
Whatever you think hes done, youve caused a scandal! Mums livid, and dads insisting I never see you again!
He then dropped the final blow.
And guess what? I wont even get to sit at my computer any more.
Daisys hurt turned to cold determination.
Youre blaming me for not being able to game? Your familys mess is your mess. You should have dealt with it yourself, not dragged me into it.
It became clear he hadnt changed still an immature lad looking for someone to shoulder his blame, never stepping up for her.
I cant put up with this any longer, Victor. This is over, Daisy declared firmly. She blocked him on every platform. The split was sharp but necessary. His familys drama was his cross to bear, not hers.
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A year later, Daisy had healed and started fresh. Shed met a new guy, Tom, and after three months they were already talking about marriage.
One afternoon, while browsing a shop, she ran into Mrs. Thompson, Victors mum, who was practically shouting with delight.
Daisy dear! How lovely to see you! she exclaimed, rushing over.
Daisy managed a polite, Hello
Mrs. Thompson wrapped her in a hug, bombarding her with questions.
Its been ages! How are you? Hows life? Im so sorry you and Victor split. Hes gone completely off the rails with his games! Doesnt want a job, just sits at his computer. When you two were together he seemed responsible Come over for tea sometime!
Sorry, Mrs. Thompson, Im busy. Work, home Daisy replied.
Mrs. Thompson glanced at Daisys hand and spotted a ring.
And whats that? Are you married?
No, were only engaged. Well tie the knot this summer.
The oncehopeful motherinlaws smile faded instantly.
So thats it then! Good riddance to Victor, isnt it? We dont need a woman like you anyway! she snapped.
Daisy shrugged, turned towards the shelves, and thought about how right Mrs. Thompson had been it was probably for the best that shed left Victor behind. Still, a tiny regret lingered for the time shed wasted on him.
Anyway, thats the whole saga. Hope you enjoyed the drama its wild how some people just dont learn! Talk soon.
