I thought my parents would love Mallory. How could they not? She’s witty, kind, and the kind of person who makes everyone around her feel seen. But the second she left the room during our first family dinner, their real feelings came out.
“She’s too big for you,” my mom said bluntly. My dad agreed, hiding behind vague worries about “compatibility.” Their words hit me like a punch to the gut. Mallory isn’t some problem to be solved—she’s the love of my life.
That night, as I lay awake beside her, I realized something: I’ve spent years trying to please my parents, but this time, I won’t let their narrow-mindedness dictate my happiness.
There’s a conversation coming—one they won’t see coming.
