My Boyfriend’s Mom Called Me a Gold Digger for Eight Months—Then She Humiliated Me at the Supermarket Until My Manager Said One Thing That Sent Her Running Out in Tears

as he always did.

“Mom called again,” he said quietly.

I kept my eyes on the onesie. “And?”

“Go pass your pharmacology quiz.”

“Same stuff. I hung up.”

“Jake…”

“Emma. I chose us. I keep choosing us. Stop worrying.”

I nodded, and he left.

But the truth was, I did worry.

You see, Jake’s mother, Lydia, was the only person who refused to accept our relationship.continue reading …