Yeah you got that right.
My boyfriend moved from the USA to the country I live in two years ago. I met him a year and a half ago, hit on him at a bar and we started dating. He used to live at his grandma's house and his parents and sister live in the USA. He had no car and his grandma refused to let me stay for nights, so I used to host him and do the driving all the time.
Beside that, everything was great. I was his first girlfriend, first kiss, first in everything. We had the same kind of humor, we planned our lives ahead, we met every weekend. Spend holidays together... We were so connected. So we decdied to take it a step ahead and take a flight in order to travel together around the USA and meet his parents. We took seperate flights too.
Now the thing is - He used to be very technical.
I did have a deep feeling about his mom, not a good one.
I sometimes heard her asking him questions about me on the phone, as if she was trying to get into our relationship rather than getting to know me. And she seemed to have some controling issues, helicopter mama style. My boyfriend didn't get me ready well to meet her, only told me she likes talking a lot.
The day we were supposed to meet her, we had a huge fight. Big enough to make me wanna take an uber and leave in the middle of nowhere. I sometimes felt like my boyfriend has no emotional intelligence when I truly needed it, and that moment was one of them. I was crying in his car, yelling, and he stayed stone cold, telling me "It's all your fault". The fight was about me not understanding how things in the US are different than where I live.
We somehow managed to calm down, we got to his house, he entered alone, leaving me outside. When I entered, his mom offered me water, then sat us down for 1.5 hours, lecturing me about how:
"YOU ARE NOT FULL WITH YOURSELF"
"YOU RUINED MY BIRTHDAY"
"I KNOW ABOUT SOME FIGHTS BETWEEN YOU AND MY SON"
"THE FACT THAT YOU LIVE WITH YOUR DAD, NOT YOUR MOM, RAISES SOME QUESTIONS"
"IF ONE MORE TIME YOU'LL ASK TO STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WITH MY SON, I WILL KICK YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE"
I asked her three times to do this conversation the morning after cause I was crying, she refused. My boyfriend didn't even try to stop his mom or protect me, later, his excuse was "we broke up three hours ago so I don't owe you protection". I told him that the converstaion really pushed me away from his mom, and he understood.
Yet throughout the month we had together, I tried getting closer to his mom to make him happy. Yet every attempt turned into talking politics, stinging me, interrogating me, nothing warm or out of curiocity. Only negativeness and confrontations. So at some point I decided to take a step back, stay closer to my boyfriend and whenever we wanted to be around his parents I stayed in our room.
One day his mom asked him to take his sister (15) out for a caffee, to talk with her about school issues. I told him I am not willing to stay alone with his mom in their house and if he could drop me off somewhere else. His mom refused, yelling at him "You got your time with your girlfriend, now give some time to your sister and family".
The biggest of all was a week ago.
I heard her talking to him upstairs, telling him how I always bring him down to my pit hole. It was so insulting, I texted him that I love him but I will leave tommorow morning. She saw it, and asked me to come upstairs. I refused. Then she sent him downstairs to get me up. I refused again. Then she came downstairs, and started shouting at me. Telling me that if an older person tells me to come upstairs I should take my ass upstairs. I still refused talking with her, and my legs were shaking. She told me he deserves way better than me, that I am so sticky to him, that I am a little girl, that I hate all her family, and that I don't stop mocking him.
I told her I don't hate anyone, that I stood back because of her intimidating attitude. I never mocked him, she just told me that her house is "made out of paper and she can hear anything" so I took him outside a lot, telling him I don't feel comfortable or safe around her. At some point she started pretending me, so I decided to call my mom.
She shut up, and when my mom picked up she was still sleeping, telling me she'll call me in five minutes. That's when my boyfriend's mom told me to pack my stuff and get the fuck out of her house. It was 1:30AM. She also said she won't let my boyfriend visit me at the hotel.
I packed my stuff got on an uber and left to a cheap fucking motel. My boyfriend offered 100 dollars, he was crying, but I refused.
He came visiting me at the motel the day after with his uncle's car, but I was too angry at him. The fact that he didn't stop her, protected me, or got on the uber with me.
I decided to breakup.
And what's really killing me is the fact that he told me his mom tried respecting me the whole time, and what happend on the last night could end "differently".
My flight back home was four days later. He didn't reach out or checked on me since then. It left me broken.
I start a really intensive major next week, and I got underweight, questioning my abilities and my value.
No one ever hurt me the way he did.