Mummy dearest

So... seems that absolutely everyone has an opinion about me and The Man and how things should progress. And that includes his Mum. Yes, his Mum. The 130 cms of her that gave birth to the 130 kilos of him. 

I came home yesterday stumbling upon an envelope addressed with her hand-writing. She's  back from her around the world (in 80- GTs)- cruise and has been to Spain - clearly having spent some quality time with the fruit of her loins. 

She's telling me she's heard about "the ultimatum I gave him" and how "after getting an answer I didn't like, just walked away". WHAT? Even NATO conducts their interventions with more subtlety...

She wishes "I could think it over". According to her "his stress levels are through the roof with the uncertainty of his work situation". Erm... that I know. His work has always been a source of megalomaniac stress levels and all I've ever wanted to do was to support him by providing him a life outside work that would allow him to focus on something else and recharge. Her advice: "sometimes in life we need to compromise". How the hell do you compromise on issues like this? You only commit a little? You almost marry?

I have no idea what has been talked about, but so far I have a feeling I don't like it. "An ultimatum ?" Yes, I did propose to him as I NEEDED TO KNOW IF THERE'D EVER BE ANY COMMITMENT I COULD BUILD MY LIFE AROUND. "An answer I didn't like?" HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO ANSWER! I just walked away? THAT VERBALLY CONSTIPATED MORON HAD A WEEK TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF AND WHAT HE FELT WE SHOULD DO AND HE CHOSE NOT TO!!!

She says she's grown fond of me and that feeling is mutual. I just feel uneasy about this intervention though. I feel like my expectations are unrealistic and my needs unjustified. That I have no right to have any demands in our life that has all this time been dictated by him and his work and his travelling and his schedules. Like... I'm some kind of a spoiled princess??


Turned out Monty Python was right: nobody ever expects the Spanish inquisition...