Charlotte, my ex-girlfriend’s Mom

About a year ago my girlfriend Marci and I broke up. It was too bad, really, she was a cutie and great in bed, but we both had too many other things going on in our lives, and, so… we parted ways. Marci was 33, divorced and was a good mom to her 2 young kids.

I had gotten to know Marci’s mom pretty well over the year or so that we dated. I liked her mom, Char, and appreciated that Char tried to intervene and keep Marci and I from making our break-up final. I got an occaisional call from Char over a period of several months.

She was just trying to keep the door open between Marci and me. Marci would call me occaisionally, but her calls were to apologize for her mom’s calls and to assure me that she didn’t put Char up to it.

Heck, there was no harm done and the various calls probably served to soften the impact of a sad break-up. I missed Marci, but not enough to go back with her.

I figured that Char certainly meant no harm by calling me. I admit that I even enjoyed her getting a little carried away with complimenting me for being such a great guy, a catch for any woman, and for being so nice with Marci’s kids.

After several months the calls from Char stopped and I figured that was that.

Then, a month ago, Char called me again, but with a very different agenda.

When I took that first call after an 8 month silence, she got right into having her say, maybe even reading from notes.

“Okay, I know you and Marci are not ever going to get back together, and I know you are a good guy. Listen, I’m not going to bug you any more about my daughter. I really don’t want her to know that I called you or that we are even in touch. Could you and I consider being friends?” she said rapidly, and sounding nervous.

“Char, I don’t at all mind talking to you and I would rather Marci not know that we are in touch, and I feel that we are and always will be friends,” I said, hoping to calm her nervousness.

“Good, I’m glad you agree that we should not let Marci know that we’re in touch again,” she said, sounding a bit stressed.

“Char, I’m really glad to hear from you, but you sound a bit nervous, is everything okay?” I asked.

“I guess so, I’m just hoping that you think about what I have to say, and don’t laugh at me or, for crimminy’s sake, tell Marci I called you,” she kind of stammered.

“I am very interested to hear what you have to say, I would never laugh at you, and I absolutely promise that I will not tell Marci that we have talked,” I assured her.

“Good, thank god,” she responded.

I waited, she said nothing…