Taking care of the wife’s mother

This is a purely fictional story.

Sharon and I had been going out for around three months, and still, we had an air of uncertainty to us. We hoped a wedding would bring us closer together like some couples that have children, but like most of them, we tried it and failed.

We were brought together as more or fewer childhood sweethearts and a bond of loneliness rather than true love. I had had a string of one night stand girlfriends that I hoped would lead to more but never did. As for Sharon, I never asked, but guessed she had very little in the way of relationships with men; she was very shy and innocent when we met.

It had taken a while for her to let me meet her parents, she often said I’d like her Father, but she rarely mentioned her Mother. I wondered if they were divorced. After a few weeks of visiting, I noticed there was a definite tension in the home when Sharon and her Mother were alone; when her Father was there, the mood was a lot lighter.

After a couple of times of lightly asking for more than discreet kisses, she commented that she didn’t wish to get pregnant just yet, she wanted to wait until we were married to have kids. One day as I left her and her Mother alone to go home, I overheard them start talking, and they got louder and louder as their discussion got more heated.