My mom's new "room mate"

My mother hated my father. She belittled him, chastised him. and did everything she could to undermine anything he believed in and stood for.It was confusing for me, because outside of the home dad was an alpha male, war hero, successful businessman and a great father.

For some strange reason, when my mother treated him like dog shit and cut off his nuts (figuratively) he didn't respond the way I thought he should.For some reason he loved her despite her constant abuse. He never said one bad thing about her to me and he was constantly reminding me to respect her no matter what.

As soon I as I moved out of their house and got married my mom dumped his ass. I thought it was the best thing that ever happened. I was able to have a decent normal relationship with my dad without having to put up with seeing him being emotionally abused.

Once my dad was out of the picture, my mother informed me that she had taken a room mate to help cover expenses. No big deal I thought.

Just a month or so later I got very ill and went to the emergency room.I was diagnosed with an appendicitis and was sitting in a wheel chair when I saw my moms room mate for the first time. She was 6ft 4, angular, athletic and wearing a polka dotted mini-skirt.

I was in a shitload of pain and waiting for surgery so I didn't have time to ponder this strange new addition to the family. Hmm... why was my moms room mate at the hospital?

These strange thoughts followed me to the operating room and into unconsciousness.

I woke up in the recovery room and my wife and her sister were standing over me.As I was coming out of the anesthesia, my first words were "My mom is a rug muncher!" They thought I was still delirious from the drugs.

I will preface the next part by saying that my mother is not really a homosexual, She wanted to make babies with Elvis and later she used to sit in front of the TV and drool over Tom Seleck. I was warned that she would dump my dad if either of those guys came calling.

I left the hospital and soon recovered enough for my wife and I to go back to the old homestead for a visit with mom.

She had told me that "Bridgette" had taken over my old room. When I walked by I noticed that there was junk all over the bed, no sheets and obviously no occupants for quite some time.

I glanced over to my mom's bed and it was obvious that there was definitely a two person setup going on in there. I didn't say anything. To me it was just another chapter in a long novel of my mothers weirdness.

My mother acted strange and nervous when I was around her and her room mate, Bridgette was nice, outgoing and friendly. Soon they bought a house together. I went for a visit and noticed that my mom and Bridgette were wearing Birkenstocks, masculine type clothes and they both had the exact same ornate wedding band on.

Well if that didn't beat all. I wasn't even invited to my mothers first gay wedding.

It took her a year or so of beating around the bush for my mom to finally ask if I knew what was going on and if approved of her relationship.

I told her that I had known about it for over two years and was just waiting for her to get the guts to bring it up. I told her that as long as she was happy I didn't care what she did.

My mom took the gay lifestyle to the hilt "so to speak" She marched in gay marches, ate in gay restaurants and only had gay friends. I soon felt like I was an embarrassment to her being the only non gay thing in her life. She even questioned me one time hoping that I was in the closet so she could have a gay son. Sorry to disappoint you mom.

It was a little weird because her partner was only 2 years older than I was. I liked Bridgette and was glad mom at had least picked a nice person.

I soon remembered that I hadn't told my dad about what was going on. I felt like it was my duty to let him off the hook and let him know that all the years of bullshit he put up with was not his fault.

He took it fairly well. We got drunk and tried to laugh about it the best we could.