We’d been seeing each other for a year and a half, it we were pretty serious. Living together, the whole works… I’d met his family lots of times, we got on really well – they liked me and always invited me to stuff. But he’d never met my family. He kicked up a huge fuss, and I couldnt really understand why. I mean, we were already living together and I’d met his. Finally, he agreed to come to Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, he was being a bit quiet, but I just thought it was because he was busy at work. Then, on Thanksgiving, we drove to my parents place in CT and as we’re walking up to the door, he says ‘Babe, hang on. I’m not sure this is a good idea.’ Clearly, I freak out and ask him WTF is going on. He says ‘Nothing, I just dont want to meet them today’. We start fighting as my parents open the door to welcome and hug us. Then, the clincher he says as he’s walking back to the car ‘I just dont think we have a future together’. And that was it. He drove off, me crying at the door, confused and super mad. What a jerk. The worst of it all was I didnt want to eat any of the Thanksgiving feast. Not even the stuffing!
