I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, and we were supposed to get married next month. But during a visit to my parents, he discovered their secret lifestyle, causing him to question our relationship too.
I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, but we’ve known each other for nine. We were supposed to get married next month, but then everything changed the course of our wedding journey.
We went to visit my parents to introduce him to more of my extended family before the wedding. My parents offered to host us, and we’ve been staying in my old room for the sake of nostalgia.
My fiancé, Adam, wanted to stay at a hotel, but I thought it would be fun to just have him share my old room with me.
“I don’t see why staying in your childhood home is going to change anything,” Adam told me when we were packing for the trip.
“Because it’s going to be my last time with my parents under their roof before I become a married woman. It’s going to be a sentimental moment,” I replied.
“If it gets uncomfortable, I’m just going to check myself into a hotel,” he said casually.
Of course, I didn’t expect what would happen next.
We got to my parents’ home, and everyone was excited to see us. My mother and aunt had cooked up an elaborate meal for us, ready to just sit down at the table and get to know Adam better.
All through dinner, everything went as well as expected, and Adam happily enjoyed having the attention centered around him.
“This is new for me,” he said as we did the dishes in between the mains and dessert. “I’m not used to having people pay attention to me like this.”
“It’s a good thing,” I said, handing him a plate. “You’re supposed to feel welcome and at home with my family, too.”
As the night died down and we all went to bed, ready for a good night’s sleep before the following day’s family outing to the local theme park, Adam kept disturbing my sleep.
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to face him.
“I just can’t sleep, Sasha,” he snapped. “It’s not my bed, and I’m not used to sleeping in beds that aren’t my own. And your bed is lumpy and uncomfortable.”
“Just go and take a walk outside,” I grumbled. “The fresh air should make a difference, and you’ll come back and fall asleep.”
“Fine,” he said, getting out of bed and leaving the room.
I was just about to fall asleep again when Adam’s scream pierced the air. I bolted upright in bed with my heart racing.
What on earth was going on? Was there someone in the house? Were we in danger?
While my brain was moving a mile a minute, trying to decide what to do next, Adam stormed back into the room.
“What happened?” I blurted out, uneasy.
My fiancé’s face contorted in a mix of horror and anger, and he paused for a minute before he started yelling.
“I cannot believe it,” he yelled. “Your mom! Sasha! Your mother! She’s kissing another man in the foyer!”
My heart sank. I had hoped that we would have gotten through this entire visit without this.
If anything, I had always dreaded this moment, the time when my parents’ unusual and unconventional marriage would come to light.
I tried to explain, to calm him down, but he wouldn’t have it.
“Call your dad, Sasha,” Adam demanded. “Tell him that your mom is cheating right here in your own home.”
It seemed logical, simple even. And I understood why Adam would think that having my father involved would solve everything.
But he couldn’t be further from the truth.
Before I could react and begin navigating the explanation, my mom walked in, still straightening her clothes.
“I can explain,” she started, but my fiancé cut her off.
“Explain? What’s there to explain? You’re cheating on your husband in his own home!”
“It’s not cheating, darling,” she said softly. “Sasha knows, and she’ll explain it all to you. Shaun and my marriage is different. Very different. It’s unconventional compared to your usual marriage. You need to understand that, Adam, before you judge us.”
Adam turned to me, eyes wide.
“You knew? You knew about this, and you didn’t tell me?”
I tried to reach out to him, but he recoiled.
“I didn’t know how to tell you, and I’m not proud of keeping this secret. But it wasn’t mine to tell.”
“Sasha!” he said, his hands in the air. “You should have told me! This isn’t something that you just keep hidden from the person that you’re going to marry. I don’t know if I can trust you now. This was a setup, wasn’t it? You wanted to introduce me to this lifestyle, isn’t it?”
By this point, I was overwhelmed, and I couldn’t understand what Adam was getting at.
I was taken back to a memory from my youth. I was 16, and my friends were planning a sleepover at my home.
“You have the biggest room, Sasha,” my friend Brielle said. “Let’s have it at your place.”
“That’s perfectly fine with me,” I said. “I don’t think my parents will mind at all! And we can watch movies in the living room because my parents have a TV in their room now, so they won’t disturb us.”
“I’ll bring my cotton candy machine,” Brielle said excitedly. “We can have that and popcorn!”
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I remember going home after school and telling my mother all about our plans. She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“Sure, honey,” she said. “You girls can take care of yourselves. Dad and I have a dinner that evening.”
Little did I know that later that evening, I would discover the truth about my parents’ marriage.
My friends and I were all sitting on the couch when my parents walked in with another couple. My mother was holding tightly onto a man’s hand as she kicked off her shoes. My father was kissing the other woman.
When they saw me, they were shocked. And they had no choice but to explain the situation to me.
“We are married to each other, and we love each other. We’re committed, honey. But we’re also allowed to see other people if we want to,” my mother explained gently. “There’s nothing wrong with the way we are. And you need to understand that.”
Now, listening to Adam, I was taken back to the same flood of emotions.
“No, it’s nothing like that,” I said. “I am dedicated to you. I don’t want that lifestyle.”
But Adam wasn’t having it. He just wasn’t listening. Instead, he began to speak about his mother’s infidelity which had led to his parents’ divorce. It all made him see betrayal everywhere.
“Everything is a red flag for me, Sasha.”
He packed a bag and left for a hotel, saying that he needed a moment to reevaluate our engagement.
I spent the rest of the night crying, feeling the weight of my parents’ choices crashing down on my own relationship.
“You need to talk to him,” my mother said, giving me a cup of coffee. “Just go to him.”
I joined him at the hotel. We barely spoke, the silence heavy with everything left unsaid. I didn’t know if Adam still wanted to be together or not. I suggested that we move to my grandmother’s house for the rest of our stay so that we could talk about everything while still being comfortable.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s okay with me because this hotel is too cold anyway.”
There was a coldness between us that hadn’t been there before.
“I’ve never kept secrets from you,” I told him. “I didn’t know how to bring it up. It’s not something that I like talking about because I struggled to understand it myself.”
Adam sighed, rubbing his temples.
“I get it. But this feels too close to home, Sasha,” he said. “I just need some time.”
We spent the rest of the week at my grandmother’s house, trying to finish the family visit in the best spirits we could muster. My parents apologized to Adam, but it didn’t matter anymore.
It wasn’t about them. It was about the fact that their actions had triggered my fiancé. On the drive home, Adam and I decided that we wanted to stay together and see where life took us.
“But I think we need to go to therapy,” I said, handing Adam a drink.
“I think that’s a good idea,” he said, biting his lip. “Because I need to uncover my own trauma before accepting your parents.”
Now, Adam and I have started talking about everything. From his fears, my shame, our future. We could only heal from this.
What would you have done?
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My Entitled Parents Demanded That I Give Them My New House — My In-Laws Suddenly Stood up for Me
When Carina’s parents kick her out after high school, she has no choice but to navigate her way around life. Years later, after making a success of her life, and her wedding is around the corner, she reaches out to them, only for them to storm into her life, trying to take ownership of what she has worked so hard for.
WHAT MY SON DID 26 YEARS AFTER I WAS KICKED OUT PREGNANT WILL SHOCK YOU
Tina thought she was living her dream when she married her high school sweetheart, Richard. But after being kicked out by her husband and raising their son on her own, she discovered how serious the consequences of our choices can be.
Tina had always dreamed of a grand traditional wedding. However, she ended up eloping with Richard at just 18, which was far from the wedding she had imagined.
Richard came from a wealthy family, and the idea of eloping didn’t seem ideal to Tina. But she was just happy to marry the man she loved. She wasn’t interested in his money—she truly loved Richard.
“Get out, Tina! If I see you here again, we’ll have a problem!”
After a few months of living together, Tina discovered she was pregnant. Even though they hadn’t talked about having kids, Tina was thrilled and eager to share the news with her husband.
Richard’s reaction was not what Tina expected. He asked, “What do you mean you’re pregnant?” clearly upset.
Tina tried to reassure him, saying, “I thought you’d be more excited. I know we didn’t plan this, but I believe you’d be a great father.”
Richard responded angrily, “Family man? The only reason we’re together is so I can get away from my own family! How could you do this to me?”
Tina was shocked by Richard’s angry words. She wondered if he was showing his true colors but hoped he just needed more time to process the news. She convinced herself to be patient.
The next day, Richard came home drunk and suddenly kicked Tina out of their apartment.
“Get out, Tina! If I see you here again, we’ll have a problem!” he shouted.
Tina didn’t argue and left, thinking Richard would come to his senses. A few days later, when Tina tried to return to the apartment, she found that Richard had changed the locks. She called Richard’s parents, and the conversation left Tina heartbroken.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Tinney. I was trying to reach Richard. We recently…” Tina began to explain, but was rudely interrupted.
“How dare you call after everything you’ve done to our Richy!” Mrs. Tinney snapped.
“Me? I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Please, let me explain…” Tina tried to respond, but was cut off again.
“We’ve heard all about it! How you cheated on him and got pregnant with another man’s child! Don’t ever call here again, or we’ll take legal action against you!” Mrs. Tinney said harshly.
At that moment, Tina realized that she and her unborn child were completely on their own.
Years went by, and Tina worked hard to raise her son, Greg, with all the love and strength she had. Greg made it easier for her by understanding their situation and helping out. Even though Tina struggled to make ends meet, Greg’s willingness to pitch in lightened her load.
Tina was always open with Greg about what had happened between his father and her. Greg appreciated his mother’s efforts and worked alongside her to support the family. At just 15 years old, he began working as a caddy at the local golf club.
Despite starting work early, Greg never let it affect his schoolwork. Although he wasn’t the top student, his strong work ethic helped him graduate high school with honors. Using the money he saved from his job, Greg soon started his own business.
Tina was incredibly proud of the man Greg was becoming, but she was concerned about the growing anger he seemed to have toward his estranged father.
Greg didn’t talk much about his father, but Tina could always see the anger in his eyes whenever the topic came up.
As the years went by, Greg’s business continued to thrive, and he became quite successful. By the age of 26, he was one of the most successful young people in his city and even hired his mother to work at one of their main offices.
One day, Greg decided it was time to visit his father. He had been tracking Richard’s movements for a while and was finally ready to confront him.
Greg drove up to Richard’s house with a baseball bat tightly clutched in his hand. He wasn’t sure exactly what he planned to do when he met Richard, but his anger was so intense that he was certain the bat would come into play. Whatever his intentions, they were not friendly.
As Greg sat in his car, debating his next steps on this long journey, he saw something that shook him deeply.
Greg had never been a violent person, not as a child or as an adult. He had carried this deep scar for so long that he never imagined it could heal.
Years of pain had convinced him that Richard deserved whatever was coming to him. But when he saw his father come outside to take out the trash, looking frail and dressed in rags, Greg felt a wave of realization.
In that moment, Greg understood how far his quest for revenge had taken him. The man who had caused so much pain was now nothing more than a shadow of his former self. Greg questioned if this broken man was worth all the anger and effort he had put into seeking revenge.
Greg noticed a “for sale” sign in Richard’s yard and decided to put the bat down and call the number on the sign. He learned that Richard was deeply in debt, and the house was being sold to cover his loans.
Feeling relieved and clear-headed, Greg left Richard’s property, realizing he had narrowly avoided making a huge mistake. He then bought the house.
A few days later, Richard went to the property agent’s office to finalize the sale, only to find Tina and Greg waiting for him.
Richard was speechless. As soon as he entered the room, Greg introduced himself and told Richard to leave the property.
“If I see you again, we’ll have a problem!” Greg said.
Tina watched in silence as Richard left, feeling a sense of déjà vu. His departure mirrored the way he had once sent her away, and she couldn’t help but think, *What are the chances?*
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