Her Mother Knew

I met her in college. It started normally. Late-night talks. Laughing for no reason.

I really thought I loved her. She trusted me. I promised I wouldn’t hurt her.

Then one evening, I went to her house for dinner. That’s when everything changed.

Her mom walked in. Calm. Confident. She listened… like she actually understood

me. And I hated myself for what I felt. I tried to ignore it.

Tried to pull away. Then one night, my phone lit up. ‘I know.’ The message wasn’t

from my girlfriend. It was from her mother. That’s when I realized— this wasn’t love

anymore. It was a mistake that saw me first.”