She Gave Her Mother a Heart Attack With Her Bold Statement

I won’t be getting married

Good for you, girl.

My friend broke up with her boyfriend of six years two years ago, and she hasn’t been in a relationship since. The first year was pretty tough on her, but she eventually got herself back.

Right now, she is living the best of it. She got a promotion at work early this year, she is actively going to the gym, and she is back in shape after neglecting her looks during the first year following her breakup.

We all thought they were going to get married until it was rumored her boyfriend had gotten some university girl pregnant, which turned out to be true.

My friend was devastated, and she found consolation in food. She binged on anything edible, which caused her to gain a lot of weight. Everyone commented on her looks. But I thought she looked beautiful regardless, and she did.

She is naturally light-skinned, with a round face, dimples on her cheeks, medium height, and really great curves in the right places. She has the most beautiful toes I have ever seen; many people have debated whether her toes are real or not — I love how she never cares to explain or prove they are real.

She is only a year older than me, and her birthday was just a week ago. She didn’t celebrate it. She and I just had dinner at her place. She is a great cook. When she said she was cooking for just the two of us on her birthday, I was so happy. I made sure to be there on time and stay as long as needed.

Being aware of my digestion problems, she only went vegan. When I arrived early in the evening, everything was almost set. I immediately expressed my apology and concern — I asked to make sure she wasn’t doing this for me because I had no problem changing my diet on her birthday.

I told her it was her birthday and that we should only prepare her favorites, but she said she wanted her thirtieth birthday to be special and different.

“No meat today”

She put the chicken I had come with away, and we went on to cook our vegetarian dishes. It turned out to be the best dinner I have ever had.

We were having our dinner at 3 pm. By 10:30, we had already done the dishes and, sitting in front of the TV, all wrapped ourselves up in comfy blankets on her white couch, which I love so much and will be buying the same soon.

We had a lot of talking to do as we sipped on our wine. I don’t drink, not even wine; her birthday was an exception, which she appreciated so much. I kept taking little sips to avoid getting drunk.

We finally talked about her breakup two years ago. There were some emotional moments, but it was all good in the end. I let her choose the movie, and guess who is now a fan of Korean shows? After watching Vincenzo with her the whole night, I am a big fan of K-dramas now. I know. I am shocked myself.

Right after dinner, her mother called her to wish her a happy birthday, and they talked for about two minutes before she switched off her phone. When I saw her switch it off, I told her I was doing the same. Despite her telling me not to, I did. It was her birthday, and I wanted to be there fully. She had chosen me to spend it with her, and that was to be.

I hadn’t planned to spend a night, but I can’t explain how it clocked at 6 am, and the two of us were still eyes wide open watching Vincenzo Cassano.

We laughed at that and agreed to take advantage of it being a Saturday and set an alarm to sleep for four hours.

“When are you getting married?”

Four hours later, I crawled out of the couch, but she had woken up a few minutes before the alarm went off to use the bathroom — She couldn’t wait for me to get up so we could finish our show.

Immediately after she switched on her phone, her mum called. Furious at why her phone was off. She explained she needed to sleep and didn’t want people disturbing her on her birthday.

What followed were lines that she later revealed to me she had been rehearsing in her head for a while.

Mum, I want to give it to you straight. I want you to listen carefully because I am going to say this once, and I will never say it again.

I won’t be getting married!

No, you listen to me, Maama. I don’t want to get married, and this is not up for discussion. And Maama, before I hang up. I’d better not hear that you were going around the village, complaining to your friends and spreading my business around.

She hung up and took a profound breath as if she had just gotten a huge stone out of her chest.

She looked at me as if to ask me, Do you have anything to say?

Good for you, girl. But I am sure your mother must be going through her 100th episode of a heart attack. I said.

Great. That would be great. I would be free from answering lame questions. She responded.

You don’t mean that. I interrupted.

She feebly laughed as I was right.

We spent the next two minutes with our series paused, talking and laughing about how her mother must be losing it.

She was dead serious, but who knows? She just turned thirty, so maybe, who knows? In the next ten years, she might change her mind and decide that she wants to get married.

Whichever decision she decides to take. Right now, she is very happy, and I am so happy for her. No one should force you to do something you don’t want, especially not in the marriage line.

I don’t think that children should be getting married to please their parents.

For better or for worse, it doesn’t sound at all like petals on a bed always.