I Took My Fiance to Visit My Parents — He Came Out Screaming “I Can’t Believe This!” in the Middle of the Night

I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, but we’ve known each other for nine. We were supposed to get married next month, but then everything changed on the course of our honeymoon.

We went to visit my parents to introduce her to more of my family before the wedding. My parents offered to host us, and we stayed in my old room out of nostalgia.

My fiancé, Adam, wanted to stay in a hotel, but I thought it would be fun if he shared my old room with me.

“I don’t see why staying in your childhood home is going to change anything,” Adam told me as we were packing for the trip.

“Because it’s going to be the last time I’m 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 awkward, I’ll check into a hotel,” he said nonchalantly.

Of course, I didn’t expect what would happen next.

We arrived at my parents’ house, and everyone was excited to see us. My mother and aunt had prepared a very elaborate meal for us, and everything was ready for us to sit down at the table and get to know Adam better.

Throughout the dinner, everything went as well as expected, and Adam happily enjoyed having the attention focused on him.

“This is new for me,” he said as we cleared the dishes between entrees and dessert. “I’m not used to people paying 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 settled down and we all went to bed, ready to get a good night’s sleep before the next day’s family outing to the local amusement park, Adam continued to disturb my sleep.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to him.

“I just can’t sleep, Sasha,” he snapped. “It’s not my bed, and I’m not used to sleeping in beds other than my own. And your bed is lumpy and uncomfortable.”

“Go for a walk outside,” I grumbled. “The fresh air should change things, and you’ll come back and fall asleep.”

“Okay,” he said, getting out of bed and leaving the room.

I was just about to fall back asleep when Adam’s scream pierced the air. I jolted in bed, my heart racing.

What the hell was going on? Was someone in the house? Were we in danger?

As my brain was racing, trying to decide what to do next, Adam stormed into the room.

“What happened?” I said, worried.

My fiancé’s face contorted in a mix of horror and rage, and he paused for a moment before he began to scream.

“I can’t believe it,” she screamed. “Your mother! Sasha! Your mother! She’s kissing another man in the hallway.”

My heart sank. I was hoping we would have gotten through the entire visit without this.

In any case, I had always feared this moment, the moment when my parents’ unusual and unconventional marriage would come to light.

I tried to explain it to him, to calm him down, but he wouldn’t listen to anything.

“Call your father, Sasha,” Adam demanded. “Tell him that your mother is cheating on you right here in your own home.”

It seemed logical, even simple. And I understood why Adam thought involving my father would solve everything.

But it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Before I could react and begin to understand the explanation, my mother came in, still straightening her clothes.

“I can explain it to you,” she began, but my fiancé interrupted her.

“Explain? What is there to explain? You are cheating on your husband in his own home.”

“It’s not cheating, sweetheart,” she said quietly. “Sasha knows that and she’ll explain everything to you. Shaun and my marriage are different. Very different. It’s unconventional compared to a normal marriage. You have to understand that, Adam, before you judge us.”

Adam turned to me, his eyes wide.

“Did you know? You knew and you didn’t tell me?”

I tried to approach him, but he backed away.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, and I’m not proud of keeping this secret. But it wasn’t my place to tell you.”

“Sasha!” she said, her hands up. “You should have told me! This isn’t something you keep from the person you’re marrying. Now I don’t know if I can trust you. This was a trap, wasn’t it? You wanted to get me into this lifestyle, didn’t you?”

At this point, I was overwhelmed and didn’t understand where Adam was going with this.

It took me back to a memory of my youth. I was 16 and my friends were planning a sleepover at my house.

“You have the biggest room, Sasha,” my friend Brielle said. “Let’s do it at your place.”

“Sounds great to 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 now have a TV in their bedroom, so they won’t bother us.”

“I’ll bring my cotton candy machine,” Brielle said excitedly. “We can have that and popcorn!”

I remember coming home after school and telling my mother all our plans. She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“Sure, honey,” she said. “You two can take care of yourselves. Dad and I are having dinner that night.”

I didn’t know that that night I would discover the truth about my parents’ marriage.

My friends and I were sitting on the couch when my parents walked in with another couple. My mother was holding on to a man’s hand tightly as she took off her shoes. My father was kissing the other woman.

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

“We’re married and we love each other. We’re engaged, honey. But we can also see other people if we want to,” my mother explained gently. “There’s nothing wrong with the way we are. And you have to understand that.”

Now, listening to Adam, I felt the same rush of emotions again.

“No, it’s nothing like that,” I said. “I’m dedicated to you. I don’t want that lifestyle.”

But Adam didn’t agree. He wouldn’t listen. Instead, he started talking 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.”

She packed her bags and left for a hotel, saying she needed a moment to reevaluate our commitment.

I spent the rest of the night crying, feeling the weight of my parents’ decisions crashing down on my own relationship.

“You have to talk to him,” my mother said, handing me a cup of coffee. “Go see him.”

I met him at the hotel. We barely spoke, the silence heavy with all that was left to say. I didn’t know if Adam still wanted us to be together or not. I suggested we move to my grandmother’s house for the remainder of our stay so we could talk about everything while still being comfortable.

“Yes,” he said. “That’s fine with me, because this hotel is too cold anyway.”

There was a coldness between us that hadn’t existed before.

“I’ve never kept anything from you,” I said. “I just didn’t know how to bring it up. It’s not something I like to talk about because I struggled to understand it myself.”

Adam sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I understand. But this is too close to home for me, 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 spirit we could muster. My parents apologized to Adam, but it didn’t matter anymore.

It wasn’t about them. It was about their actions provoking my fiancé. On the way home, Adam and I decided 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 it’s a good idea,” she said, biting her lip. “Because I need to figure out my own trauma before I accept your parents.”

Now Adam and I have started talking about everything. About his fears, about my shame, about our future. Only we could heal from this.

What would you have done?

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