Then she went inside and I followed her in. Going into the kitchen, I opened the fridge to get some water and drank two glasses of water.
My mother disappeared upstairs and came down after a minute. She brought a trolley and I asked, “Are you throwing me out of the house again?”
“NO! It belongs to that man,” she said pointing at the main door.
What a fucking sicko! That bastard was standing in the doorway, as if waiting for something. My mom threw the trolley at him and said to never come back here again, told him to fuck off. I didn’t understand. Just a week earlier, she was happy with him and now…
“I thought you were married,” I said as I walked towards the hall.
My mother closed the main door and came to the hall, slumped on the couch beside me.
“It wasn’t official. We just exchanged rings.” She caught her head and said, “I don’t know what I was thinking. Those bitches all encouraged me and said I should try it out.”
She was talking about her friends, our neighbours. They were all nasty people and enjoyed seeing other people in misery.
“You said you were married and all. I thought you were being serious. It broke my heart.” I spoke my mind.
“No, honey, I’m sorry. I should have talked to you. I knew a part of me did that because you would soon leave for college and I didn’t want to be lonely. You can say I was desperate. Even with your father, for the last two years, our marriage had been unstable, and we didn’t want you to know about it so we acted normally around you.”
I was surprised again. I thought they were happy.
“But he died, leaving me in more pain. I wasn’t able to think straight and ended up making the worst decision.”
Sometimes in life, you make choices without knowing how far reaching the consequences will be.
I leaned towards her and held her face. “I’m sorry too, Mom. I didn’t know about what you were going through. But I wasn’t gonna leave you here, alone. I applied for a local university and wanted to go to college from home.”
She caressed my face and said, “That’s great, son.”
She held my face close to her, and I stared right into her eyes. My body just reacted on its own as I leaned in and kissed her soft lips. She didn’t move back or say anything. I kissed her slowly, and my hands softly caressed her neck. Then she started to kiss me back as she moved closer to me. It was exhilarating to kiss her and to feel her lips on mine. Was this real?
We just sat there, kissing and kissing until we were out of breath. We pulled back, still holding ourselves in each other’s hands.
She said, “Honey, I…no…”
I closed her lips, engaging her in another passionate kiss. This time I didn’t stop even though she said to stop. It was too much for my mind as I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to kiss her more.
She freed herself and slapped my chest, saying, “I can’t breathe.”
She was now sitting in my lap, her breath haggard and her gaze locked with mine. I am sure she understood with that kiss, but still I said, “I love you, Mother.”
“I love you too, son.”
“You understand what I am saying, right?”
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