So for those of you that have read one of the stories I’ve shared so far, you’d know that I tend not to embellish and keep the stories fairly straight cut. Even the title of this sounds fake but with some back story (likely a lot of back story sorry) you should be able to follow on pretty well.
I’ll start by saying this was with my Ex-fiancé not my current fiancé, so let’s just call her Hannah to make it easy. Hannah was (is) very close to her mum (sorry I’m an Aussie I’m spelling it mum) to the point where she would prioritise her mother over her friends and, leading to our downfall eventually, her relationships. I’ll admit during our relationship I had rose-tinted glasses for her, but once broken up I could see how toxic their relationship was. Hannah would essentially be bitchy to her friends, often on her mums advice, until they stopped talking to her then always had her mum to come back to before the cycle would repeat when she met new friends.