Small Freakin World

In my last post, I mentioned meeting my boyfriend's mother. Unbeknown to me, she knew of me already. A couple of weeks ago, my son went with my bf's sister to play with some of their nieces. It was then that my son got to meet R's mother. She asked him who his grandmother was and he readily responded by saying, "My Nana is (first name)_(last name)." "_(FIRST NAME)_?!?!?" Replied his mom, "I know who she is, I will NEVER forget HER." Turns out over 30 years ago, my mom found my boyfriend's mother naked in her estranged husband's closet in the apartment that they used to share. Long story short, my mama went apesh_t and beat R's mama so badly that she had to go to the hospital. To make matters worse, my mom's husband didn't even try to break them up, he just let my mom unleash a can of whoop ass on her. Well, in my mom's defense they were still married at the time, but were separated. I don't even know who this man is, he was my mother's first husband. I do know that not long after the incident, my mother met my father, remarried and had me. How crazy is that? I never knew my mom had a side like that to her.

So on Mother's Day when I meet his mom, I am going in with the knowledge that my mama beat her ass for fooling around with her first husband. She knew I knew it too. I wanted to laugh when I met her. It was hard to keep a straight face. I was also a little nervous. But when we met each other, it cool. We were polite to each other and made no mention of the past. I told my mom about it and she said in her Claire Huxtable-esque demeanor: "She better be nice to you if she knows what's good for her!" Some things never change.....

lil Honey b