At 37, I thought I could finally date in peace until my Mom crashed dinner with a list of rules… and somehow ended up on a date with my boyfriend.
I’m 37, single, and it’s all my mom’s fault! She’s made my life a HELL! I was sick of her over-the-top “care,” but the worst part? She ruined my love life. She scared off EVERY single guy I ever dated. None of them were ever “good enough.” But then Theo came along. I felt it — he was the one. So, I didn’t want my mom to find out.
I invited Theo over. Candles, wine, pie — it was perfect. We were talking, getting closer… when suddenly, I heard someone SNEEZE. No. Way. I open the closet — and there she is. My MOM! I was horrified. Furious.
“I had to see him for myself,” she says and then hands him a piece of paper. Theo looks at me, confused. I grab the note, read it, and just freeze from embarrassment. “RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER?!”
Me: “Mom, are you insane?!”
Theo: “I… I think I should go.”
When he left, I thought my heart was shattered. I figured I’d never see him again. But a few days later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Theo standing there with flowers! If only I knew that moment wouldn’t last…
Me: “So, where are we heading, honey?”
Theo: “I’ve planned something special… for you and your mom.”
We picked up my mom, who wasted no time starting her usual commentary as soon as she got in the car.
First stop? His lecture. Mom and I took a seat in the back while Theo spoke in front of a classroom full of students, discussing love in literature.
Next, a boat ride. We cruised across the lake, wrapped in a plaid blanket, with strawberries and tea in a thermos.
Then, my mom leaned over to get a better look at the water… and slipped right in. Without a second thought, Theo dove in, swam straight to her, helped her out, and wrapped her in a blanket.
And finally—the climbing wall. To my surprise, my mom went first. She didn’t fall. She made it to the top. And when she climbed down, her eyes were shining.
***
Theo’s house was stunning. Neat. Cozy.
We sat on the terrace, watching as Theo grilled steaks nearby, the sun sinking lower in the sky. Mom relaxed, truly at ease for the first time in a while.
“You know… I think I was too quick to judge, honey. I was scared because your father left. I didn’t want you to get hurt like I did.”
“But Mom, it’s my life. I need to make my own mistakes. Find my own way.”
Theo came over, carrying two plates, and then, without warning, dropped to one knee.
“Eliza, these past three months have been the happiest of my life. I want to share everything with you—my home, my life… all of it. And yes, even see your mom—just not more than twice a week. Will you marry me?”
Mom nudged me, grinning. “I would’ve said yes already.”
“YES! Of course—YES!”
***
Mom changed—she started Pilates and bought a floral swimsuit. Our coffee dates turned into chats between friends, and we both found our own lives while staying family.
