I knew the inevitable would happen... it was only a matter of time before my mother learned of the Boyfriend. I just hated the way she barged into my room to pick a fight and it suddenly became about my "Christian Boyrfriend" which she repeated numerous times as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.

She told me to come to my senses, the way any good mother would.

I always knew she wouldn't approve of him. Even when I started dating him, I always had that at the back of my mind. And while I would have had to tell her eventually that I was thinking about spending my life with him, I wasn't quite ready to deal with it this soon.

It's probably time to bite the bullet.