How I Almost Lost My Fiancé

Let me tell you my experience of how my stainless steel medium black handle pot almost ruined my engagement with my fiancé.

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Dele and I have been together for three years; it was definitely love at first sight for us. We met during the 20:10:2020 rally. I was busy sharing pure water and gala with the people around me with other welfare troops.

I thought Dele was particularly outstanding, compassionate, and strong-willed. He made quite a first impression shirtless. I seem to remember the image all so vividly. Fast forward to one year later, I still found him quite charming. He was funny and quirky, and he loved to eat. He always told me how his mom spoils him and his two older siblings with food. 

Of all these, what I loved the most about Dele was his ability to take the lead in every situation. At the age of thirty-two, he had already done pretty well for himself, A car, two degrees, and an establishment of his own. All that was left for him in his books was settling down with a dynamic and beautiful young lady, which I was willing to fit the bill.

So, when the time came for me to meet his mother, who was much like a role model to him, I became very antsy. I wanted to impress her, so I decided to prepare something exceptional for dinner that evening, having heard from Dele how meticulous she is when feeding and caring for her sons. 

She came over to Dele’s place in the evening. I was already there ahead of time, making dinner. Mrs. Akinpelu was indeed a delightful person to meet. We laughed and chatted like we had known each other for ages. I began to see for myself why Dele loved her so much.

The evening was going very smoothly. Dinner was rumbling on the fire, and we were all having a good time in the living room; everything was going perfectly with my fiancé and his Mum, I thought.  

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that I heard Mrs. Akinpelu say, “What is burning?” At that point, I jumped up from my seat and quickly rushed to the kitchen to check what had gone wrong. Mrs. Akinpelu was right behind me.

I quickly put off the gas before the situation could get any worse. I was so disappointed that the meal I had taken so much time to prepare took an unexpected turn. So,I salvaged what I could of it and garnished our dinner to the best of my ability.

After dinner, I cleared the table and went to do the dishes feeling defeated. While still lost in thoughts, I felt a hand touch my shoulders; it was Mrs. Akinpelu. She hugged me and asked me not to feel too bad about it, that it wasn’t my fault but the pot I used.

She told me she had been in a similar situation before and only uses non-stick kitchen utensils now.

After that, she showed me some recently purchased wares from Konga.com, which has made cooking smoother for her. I was relieved she shared this with me and that her mindset had not changed towards me at all.

As for my fiancé and I, we are planning a Christmas wedding, something grand, hopefully. This is my crazy story. Got a similar inspirational one to share?