Too Late to Beg for My Love

This year on Mother's Day, my girlfriend invited me to her family's home.

I jumped at the chance, convinced she was finally ready to give me a real place in her life.

I showed up at the front gate loaded down with bags of expensive supplements, looked up, and froze.

The family's stable hand was leading a horse out of the back courtyard, and the first words out of his mouth were about me paying respects.

“Call her Mom. Knock your head on the ground a few times. Then we'll consider letting you through the door.”