Bringing Mallory home to meet my parents was supposed to be a celebration. Instead, it turned into a quiet disaster. The tension was thick from the moment she walked in—my mom’s forced smile, my dad’s awkward silence. And then, when Mallory stepped away, the real truth came out.
“She’s too big,” my mom said, as if that were a valid critique. My dad nodded, adding, “Think about the future.”
What they don’t understand is that Mallory is my future. She’s the one who makes me laugh, who supports me unconditionally, who fits into my life in ways no one else ever has.
Now, I’m left with a choice: keep the peace or stand up for the woman I love. And I’ve already made my decision.
