When I met him, my husband was new in this country and he lived the life of the new migrant, in the space of a couple of years he had something like six addresses. In some of those places he lived alone and in some he rented a room from a family. The families he rented with were people he knew from back home and they were friends or at least associates.
The day before our wedding, one of the women he had rented a room from phoned my mother and told Mum something along the lines that I shouldn't marry him or I should be careful. Twenty six years on I don't remember the words she used but I don't think it matters a lot, it was a clear warning but she refused to explain so in my view it was worthless.
Mum told me about the call and I dismissed it as mad rambling from a drama queen.
My husband's friendship with the family diminished over the next couple of years, not for any particular reason but life getting in the way. After a while there was no contact between our families at all and it stayed that way for a long time, nearly twenty years I would think.
Eventually some twist of fate re-ignited the acquaintance and I finally saw fit to casually mention the pre-wedding call. In my opinion a friend doesn't make a call like that and I thought my husband might like to re-assess his future with this woman.
He didn't respond to the story in any way, not in answer to me or by changing the dynamic of the friendship.
Every time I think about it I wonder why on earth a person would be friendly with someone who did that to them.