Mom loved the Boyfriend.
She hated Harley.
Okay, maybe I am exaggerating - but probably not by much. I guess it is fair to say she strongly disliked him. Why? You tell me because I never did understand. Harley was that guy that everyone seemed to know and everyone just liked. I have actually never met anyone who disliked hiim. He is a deputy and I have actually seen people he has arrested come up to shake his hand and apoligize for being a jerk at the time. Harley, being the kind of man he was, accepted her attitude in stride. It hurt his feelings. He just never let it be a problem for us. He came with me often whenever I went to visit. He remained polite and always tried to talk to both Mom and Daddy. Daddy, I think because I never asked, seemed to like Harley a lot. Mom clearly didn't.
The day Harley broke it off with me was, until the day Mom died, the single worst day of my life. I hurt like hell. Mom was not all that helpful because she was too busy being happy. I don't know that I ever stopped being angry at her for that.