A Visit That Changed Everything

Introduction

I’ve been with my fiancé, Adam, 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.

Visiting My Parents

We went to visit my parents to introduce Adam to more of my extended family before the wedding. My parents offered to host us, and we stayed in my old room for the sake of nostalgia. Adam wanted to stay at a hotel, but I thought it would be fun to share my old room with him.

“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.

The Unexpected Revelation

We arrived at my parents’ home, and everyone was excited to see us. My mother and aunt had prepared an elaborate meal, ready to sit down and get to know Adam better. Dinner went well, and Adam enjoyed the attention.

“This is new for me,” he said as we did the dishes between the main course 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 ended, we went to bed, ready for the next day’s family outing to the local theme park. However, 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.

A Shocking Discovery

I was 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.

Adam’s face contorted in a mix of horror and anger. 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 get through this visit without this happening. I always dreaded the moment when my parents’ unusual and unconventional marriage would come to light. I tried to explain and 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 Adam 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, didn’t you?”

Confronting the Past

I was overwhelmed and 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!”

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. 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.”

Healing and Moving Forward

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.