Mark and I had been together for a year when he proposed. It wasn’t the fairytale moment I imagined as a child, but it was sincere, and I knew it came from a place of love. The proposal came right after we found out I was pregnant. While the pregnancy wasn’t planned, we were both excited and nervous about parenthood.
We had dinner plans with Mark’s parents that evening, and I was incredibly nervous. Mark had warned me they were strict, and I hoped I could make a good impression. After trying on numerous outfits, I finally settled on the first one I tried on, reassured by Mark’s constant compliments. He promised they would like me, even though I worried.
Dinner with his family was tense and silent, as Mark had described. I felt out of place, especially when his mom, Erin, criticized the cherry pie I brought. The atmosphere was awkward, and the conversation focused on the wedding. When Erin asked about my dress, I mentioned that I’d be five months pregnant by then, which shocked her. She reacted harshly, calling it a disgrace, and Mark’s father, George, eventually intervened.
Things escalated quickly, with Erin accusing me of being a disgrace to their family. Mark stayed silent, and after a heated exchange, we left. I went back to my old apartment for the night, feeling heartbroken that Mark hadn’t defended me or our baby.
The next morning, George came by to apologize for Erin’s behavior, explaining that she had struggled with her own pregnancy before marriage. Despite the apology, I was still hurt but understood it came from her own unresolved issues. Later, Mark came to apologize as well, promising to always support me. I appreciated his apology, and things seemed to be moving toward healing, especially when Erin reached out to apologize, too.
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