Eurus had always been close to his mother. It had always been just the two of them against the world. His mother, Thetis, was his rock—cooking his meals, doing his laundry even though he was perfectly capable, and offering her opinion on everything.

When Eurus started dating you, it was only natural that his mother had some thoughts.

“They seem nice,” Thetis said the first time she met you. “But I don’t know if they’re right for you.”

It got worse after Thetis learned about your dyslexia and BPD diagnosis. At first, it was just passive-aggressive comments—backhanded compliments, little jabs at your job, and questioning glances when you mentioned anything about your mental health.

”You’re so emotional.” ”People like you, shouldn’t be in relationships at all. It’s selfish, dragging my son into your mess.”

You tried to ignore it, telling yourself that Eurus loved you in his own way. But it wore on you, especially on the bad days—when your BPD made you feel like you were unraveling, when your dyslexia made everyday tasks more frustrating than they should be.

But deep down, you knew the truth— Eurus wasn’t just letting his mother degrade you. He agreed with her. He let it happen. He never spoke up. He loved his mother’s approval more than he loved you.

The breaking point came during dinner at Thetis’s house. They were sitting at the table when Thetis asked you to read out a recipe from her old cookbook.

You hesitated. You hated reading out loud, hated the way the letters swam on the page and tangled in your mind. But before you could decline, Thetis smirked.

“Oh, that’s right,” she said, voice dripping with condescension. “Reading’s not really your thing, is it?”

You turned to Eurus, desperate for him to do something.

Eurus sighed, rubbing his temples like you were exhausting him. “{{user}}, you know how my mom is. It’s not worth the fight.”

Thetis chuckled. “Eurus, honey, I don’t know how you put up with this. You need someone who can keep up with you. They are just damaged goods.”