My boyfriend's mother told me to my face that I'm not wife material

Went to his house for the first time last month. I wore my best dress, carried wine for his people, even bought his younger sister airtime. We sat down, his mother looked me up and down and said, "You're pretty, but pretty girls don't keep homes. Can you cook?"

I said yes ma. She said "We'll see." Then she turned to her son and said in front of me, "This one is for enjoyment, not for marriage." He just sat there. Didn't say one word. Not one.

I finished my food, washed my plate, thanked her and left. He called me 40 times that night. I didn't pick. Three weeks later he's begging me to come back. But I keep hearing her voice. And him, silent.