The Diary Of a Tired Japanese.

31. Look ma, my boyfriend wants to talk!

So, there's something that I need to get out of my system.

My mother, up until now, didn't know how old my boyfriend was.
I just told her he was already working when we started dating, so she probably thought he was like four or five years older than me. She didn't even know what he did as a job.

Yeah, like, try to double that and trim the edge.

My sister knew his age, because c'mon. We're long over that faze where sisters try to kill each other, and are now something my mother always wanted for a LONG time.
Real sisters that help each other.

My sister wasn't really surprised, I mean, she's three years older than me so yeah, my boyfriend is older than her and is going to have to call her 'big sis' if we ever decide to marry, but she knew I would only date someone I would actually consider 'Mature'.

My mother, well to say she was angry is an understatement.

She was Livid. When my bf told her about himself.

One, he's nine years older than me.

Two, yes we've had sex.

Three, his job isn't really what my mother would call 'High Class'.

Four. He said he intended to marry me.

Five. He said he loved me.

Six, he wanted me to move in with him when I got a job.

My. Mother. Was. Livid.

My mother has extremely high standards when it comes to my sister and I's dating rules, and someone who didn't graduate from a good university and wasn't all muscle and shining teeth and money wasn't really what she intended.

I mean, she has the right to be picky herself.

She worked as a model for a couple of years, she was first place in literally every contest she entered when she was a student, went to Harvard Law School, got her Masters Degree when she was twenty seven, I'll say that again Twenty Seven, and worked as a Lawyer, one that NEVER lost her case.

Yeah, she has every right to be picky.

My sister's boyfriend was the World Math Champion, majored in Advanced Robot Engineering, and is Switzerland for a conference.

My boyfriend is someone who works at an Event company, and has hair that looks like Donald Duck's tail on weekends. The only thing he has is muscle. Very lean muscle.

Ya dig?

So naturally, she's glaring at my boyfriend while said boyfriend is holding my hand and looking right back at her.

I really didn't need all that stress when I'm diagnosed with Grave's disease.
And in the middle of a test week.

What if I started to write about that during a Common Law test? Oh professor I'm sorry to share this information...

I swear, my mother was thinking of at least ten ways to get away with murdering my boyfriend.

But, this story actually has a happy ending.

My mother might hate stupid people, and when I say stupid I don't mean people who don't have common sense, but really just people who don't get good grades on their tests when they don't even have mental problems.

But, she appreciates people who try their best.
She just, you know, thinks that doing your best means coming out in first place.

So what my boyfriend did, was actually sit on the floor with his forehead on the floor, his hands on the floor, and ask my mother to forgive him.

I started bawling there.

I know my mother just wants me to have a happy life, considering my biological father was a worthless piece of shit and deserves to be fed to cockroaches and is scared I might experience the same thing.

Anyway, my mother looked at him and just said 'Okay.' and walked off.

Phew.

I'm staying at my sister's during my test week.

Thankfully she has Wifi.

-Noise.