A year ago, after my father passed away, my mother decided to sell nearly everything our family owned back in my home country—except for our house—and move in with me in Europe, where I study and work. She’s not at retirement age yet, and she managed to get both a work permit and a part-time job, so the whole process of sponsoring her was surprisingly easy in hindsight.
She brought some extra money with her and ended up buying a home in the suburbs of the city I live in. Then she invited me and my wife to move in with her. Luckily, my wife and my mother get along very well—so I’ve been spared the classic “wife vs. mother” dilemma that a lot of guys deal with.
But I think they might be getting along too well.
Every time I come home from university or work, they’re both in the kitchen, cooking something together. And not just one or two dishes. No. It’s five or six! Every. Single. Time.
Guess who they use as the official taste-tester? Me.
And how could I say no? I love them both deeply, and I can’t bear to see either of them disappointed. So, I eat. And eat. And eat some more.
The result? I’ve gained 8 kilos in the past 6 months. Eight.
I’m telling you—it’s a conspiracy. Anyway, I just needed to get this off my chest. My wife and my mom have formed an unholy alliance in the kitchen, and I’m their forever-loyal, always-full victim. Send help.
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This is wholesome. I was afraid there at the start
Time to invite them to the gym with you lol. Make it a group date the gym , 3 times a week 😊
What is the most delicious dish that they have cooked together? What is your favourite? This will help me judge whether this is a true conspiracy or not of course. Please try and include the recipe.