When I first met my boyfriend’s parents, I thought I had luck on my side. The afternoon began like something out of a comforting movie: warm handshakes, polite smiles, gentle jokes passed across the table. His mom brought out a casserole that reminded me of Sunday dinners at my grandmother’s house. His dad teased my boyfriend about an old high school story, and even I found myself laughing so hard my cheeks hurt.
I sat there thinking, This couldn’t possibly go smoother.
But as life often shows us, smooth beginnings can change in an instant. And in my case, everything unraveled because of something so small and silly—a scribbled note left on a refrigerator.
When the Atmosphere Shifted
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