I got back to the hotel at around 10pm that night. The situation between me and Thebe was just not going to get any easier since my mom was in the picture. Thebe made me understand that my mother wasn't angry at me; she just made a realization that would spoil something she was trying to build, apparently. I must admit I was bitter because I didn't understand why my life had to come to a stop for her sake.
I remember pacing up and down the hotel room trying to put the pieces together when I received a call from reception. My mother was downstairs and she was insisting on seeing me, even when I had alerted the receptionist not to let anyone through. I knew Thebe was behind this because he was the only one who knew about my whereabouts. I told the receptionist to bring her through to my hotel room.
"Son, we need to talk!" she said. No greetings, no hugs and no kisses, just a very uncomfortable statement from her. I didn't know what she wanted to talk about so I just sat down and listened attentively. I must admit, the monologue from her was the most off putting thing I'd heard all my life. I didn't even know how to react to everything she said. I'm not even going to go into detail with regards to what she said. My mother had just destroyed my love life, or had I actually destroyed hers? I was very weak. No lies.
At some point I actually didn't want to hear anything more from her. All I wanted was for us to be at peace with each other and I had to accept that it meant I had to lose Thebe just to make her happy. She had no problem with me being gay but the person she found me in bed with wasn't supposed to be 'The One'. In a nutshell, I was allowed to date any guy I wanted to, just not Thebe. Anyone BUT Thebe…
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