After my dad left when I was two, my mom struggled to trust men and tested all my boyfriends. While I understood her desire to protect me, her tests made it difficult for me to date. When I introduced my fiancé, Kevin, to her, I worried she would put him through the same scrutiny. She did, and even though Kevin passed her test, she remained skeptical.
That night, while doing laundry, I found my mom’s underwear in Kevin’s jacket pocket, leading to a painful confrontation. My mom kicked him out, and I was devastated. A month later, she ran into Kevin at a party, where he refused another woman’s advances, saying, “I’m sorry, but my heart is taken.” Realizing her mistake, my mom admitted to slipping her underwear into his pocket to test him.
She drove me to Kevin’s house to explain, and he forgave her. We got married two months later, and during the wedding, my mom even met Kevin’s single uncle, creating a new connection.
