I knew something had to be wrong from the first day I met that lady. I mean; moms were usually almost as in love with me as their daughters were. I was a good guy. I had a good future ahead of me. I had the tall, dark, and handsome thing going for me (which I still do, by the way). For most moms, I was a pretty good catch. But this lady had something on her mind. Something about her didn't quite add up.
She believed nobody was good enough for her daughter. Looking back on this fact… I should have done something about this as soon as I noticed it. But being the "seemingly normal" nice guy I was, I tried hard to be liked. This was obviously a stupid choice. The more I tried, the less it worked. I felt like a complete idiot trying day after day to be on this lady's good side and every single effort resulted in failure.
She made the mistake of telling someone that I was just a student with no job, and I'm sure she fell for the classic stereotypes of the long hair and the earrings. She saw danger. She saw the musician. She only saw part of me. Unfortunately for her, as fate would have it, the comments reached me. I was judged by my appearance and by the moment I was living. If she knew the impact that this had caused me… she might have acted differently.
It took years for her to finally like me (a little). That fact that her grandson had a great dad made her respect me for the first time. I believe now that the stupid one was her. She never showed admiration for any of my many other good qualities before. She was so selfish! Only when she saw me as a self-sacrificing father figure to her grandson did she see me as a decent person.
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