{"id":305,"date":"2024-11-05T01:33:32","date_gmt":"2024-11-05T01:33:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=305"},"modified":"2024-11-05T01:33:35","modified_gmt":"2024-11-05T01:33:35","slug":"i-took-my-fiance-to-visit-my-parents-he-ran-out-screaming-i-cant-believe-it-in-the-middle-of-the-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/305","title":{"rendered":"I Took My Fianc\u00e9 to Visit My Parents \u2014 He Ran Out Screaming \u2018I Can\u2019t Believe It!\u2019 in the Middle of the Night"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019ve been with my fianc\u00e9 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.\n

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I\u2019ve been with my fianc\u00e9 for six years, but we\u2019ve known each other for nine. We were supposed to get married next month, but then everything changed the course of our wedding journey.\n

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I Took My Fianc\u00e9 to Visit My Parents \u2014 He Ran Out Screaming \u2018I Can\u2019t Believe It!\u2019 in the Middle of the Night\n
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I\u2019ve been with my fianc\u00e9 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.\n\n

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I\u2019ve been with my fianc\u00e9 for six years, but we\u2019ve known each other for nine. We were supposed to get married next month, but then everything changed the course of our wedding journey.\n\n

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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\u2019ve been staying in my old room for the sake of nostalgia.\n\n

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My fianc\u00e9, Adam, wanted to stay at a hotel, but I thought it would be fun to just have him share my old room with me.\n\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t see why staying in your childhood home is going to change anything,\u201d Adam told me when we were packing for the trip.\n\n

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\u201cBecause it\u2019s going to be my last time with my parents under their roof before I become a married woman. It\u2019s going to be a sentimental moment,\u201d I replied.\n\n

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\u201cIf it gets uncomfortable, I\u2019m just going to check myself into a hotel,\u201d he said casually.\n\n

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Of course, I didn\u2019t expect what would happen next.\n\n

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We got to my parents\u2019 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.\n\n

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All through dinner, everything went as well as expected, and Adam happily enjoyed having the attention centered around him.\n\n

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\u201cThis is new for me,\u201d he said as we did the dishes in between the mains and dessert. \u201cI\u2019m not used to having people pay attention to me like this.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s a good thing,\u201d I said, handing him a plate. \u201cYou\u2019re supposed to feel welcome and at home with my family, too.\u201d\n\n

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As the night died down and we all went to bed, ready for a good night\u2019s sleep before the following day\u2019s family outing to the local theme park, Adam kept disturbing my sleep.\n\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked, turning to face him.\n\n

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\u201cI just can\u2019t sleep, Sasha,\u201d he snapped. \u201cIt\u2019s not my bed, and I\u2019m not used to sleeping in beds that aren\u2019t my own. And your bed is lumpy and uncomfortable.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cJust go and take a walk outside,\u201d I grumbled. \u201cThe fresh air should make a difference, and you\u2019ll come back and fall asleep.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cFine,\u201d he said, getting out of bed and leaving the room.\n\n

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I was just about to fall asleep again when Adam\u2019s scream pierced the air. I bolted upright in bed with my heart racing.\n\n

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What on earth was going on? Was there someone in the house? Were we in danger?\n\n

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While my brain was moving a mile a minute, trying to decide what to do next, Adam stormed back into the room.\n\n

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\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I blurted out, uneasy.\n\n

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My fianc\u00e9\u2019s face contorted in a mix of horror and anger, and he paused for a minute before he started yelling.\n\n

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\u201cI cannot believe it,\u201d he yelled. \u201cYour mom! Sasha! Your mother! She\u2019s kissing another man in the foyer!\u201d\n\n

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My heart sank. I had hoped that we would have gotten through this entire visit without this.\n\n

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If anything, I had always dreaded this moment, the time when my parents\u2019 unusual and unconventional marriage would come to light.\n\n

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I tried to explain, to calm him down, but he wouldn\u2019t have it.\n\n

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\u201cCall your dad, Sasha,\u201d Adam demanded. \u201cTell him that your mom is cheating right here in your own home.\u201d\n\n

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It seemed logical, simple even. And I understood why Adam would think that having my father involved would solve everything.\n\n

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But he couldn\u2019t be further from the truth.\n\n

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Before I could react and begin navigating the explanation, my mom walked in, still straightening her clothes.\n\n

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\u201cI can explain,\u201d she started, but my fianc\u00e9 cut her off.\n\n

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\u201cExplain? What\u2019s there to explain? You\u2019re cheating on your husband in his own home!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s not cheating, darling,\u201d she said softly. \u201cSasha knows, and she\u2019ll explain it all to you. Shaun and my marriage is different. Very different. It\u2019s unconventional compared to your usual marriage. You need to understand that, Adam, before you judge us.\u201d\n\n

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Adam turned to me, eyes wide.\n\n

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\u201cYou knew? You knew about this, and you didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d\n\n

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I tried to reach out to him, but he recoiled.\n\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t know how to tell you, and I\u2019m not proud of keeping this secret. But it wasn\u2019t mine to tell.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cSasha!\u201d he said, his hands in the air. \u201cYou should have told me! This isn\u2019t something that you just keep hidden from the person that you\u2019re going to marry. I don\u2019t know if I can trust you now. This was a setup, wasn\u2019t it? You wanted to introduce me to this lifestyle, isn\u2019t it?\u201d\n\n

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By this point, I was overwhelmed, and I couldn\u2019t understand what Adam was getting at.\n\n

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I was taken back to a memory from my youth. I was 16, and my friends were planning a sleepover at my home.\n\n

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\u201cYou have the biggest room, Sasha,\u201d my friend Brielle said. \u201cLet\u2019s have it at your place.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s perfectly fine with me,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t 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\u2019t disturb us.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll bring my cotton candy machine,\u201d Brielle said excitedly. \u201cWe can have that and popcorn!\u201d\n\n

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I remember going home after school and telling my mother all about our plans. She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.\n\n

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\u201cSure, honey,\u201d she said. \u201cYou girls can take care of yourselves. Dad and I have a dinner that evening.\u201d\n\n

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Little did I know that later that evening, I would discover the truth about my parents\u2019 marriage.\n\n

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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\u2019s hand as she kicked off her shoes. My father was kissing the other woman.\n\n

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When they saw me, they were shocked. And they had no choice but to explain the situation to me.\n\n

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\u201cWe are married to each other, and we love each other. We\u2019re committed, honey. But we\u2019re also allowed to see other people if we want to,\u201d my mother explained gently. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing wrong with the way we are. And you need to understand that.\u201d\n\n

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Now, listening to Adam, I was taken back to the same flood of emotions.\n\n

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\u201cNo, it\u2019s nothing like that,\u201d I said. \u201cI am dedicated to you. I don\u2019t want that lifestyle.\u201d\n\n

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But Adam wasn\u2019t having it. He just wasn\u2019t listening. Instead, he began to speak about his mother\u2019s infidelity which had led to his parents\u2019 divorce. It all made him see betrayal everywhere.\n\n

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\u201cEverything is a red flag for me, Sasha.\u201d\n\n

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He packed a bag and left for a hotel, saying that he needed a moment to reevaluate our engagement.\n\n

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I spent the rest of the night crying, feeling the weight of my parents\u2019 choices crashing down on my own relationship.\n\n

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\u201cYou need to talk to him,\u201d my mother said, giving me a cup of coffee. \u201cJust go to him.\u201d\n\n

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I joined him at the hotel. We barely spoke, the silence heavy with everything left unsaid. I didn\u2019t know if Adam still wanted to be together or not. I suggested that we move to my grandmother\u2019s house for the rest of our stay so that we could talk about everything while still being comfortable.\n\n

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\u201cYeah,\u201d he said. \u201cThat\u2019s okay with me because this hotel is too cold anyway.\u201d\n\n

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There was a coldness between us that hadn\u2019t been there before.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019ve never kept secrets from you,\u201d I told him. \u201cI didn\u2019t know how to bring it up. It\u2019s not something that I like talking about because I struggled to understand it myself.\u201d\n\n

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Adam sighed, rubbing his temples.\n\n

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\u201cI get it. But this feels too close to home, Sasha,\u201d he said. \u201cI just need some time.\u201d\n\n

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We spent the rest of the week at my grandmother\u2019s house, trying to finish the family visit in the best spirits we could muster. My parents apologized to Adam, but it didn\u2019t matter anymore.\n\n

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It wasn\u2019t about them. It was about the fact that their actions had triggered my fianc\u00e9. On the drive home, Adam and I decided that we wanted to stay together and see where life took us.\n\n

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\u201cBut I think we need to go to therapy,\u201d I said, handing Adam a drink.\n\n

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\u201cI think that\u2019s a good idea,\u201d he said, biting his lip. \u201cBecause I need to uncover my own trauma before accepting your parents.\u201d\n\n

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Now, Adam and I have started talking about everything. From his fears, my shame, our future. We could only heal from this.\n\n

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