I started commenting randomly about this time in my life lately and found it cathartic in small submissions, so I figured “why not post the whole story for others to potentially enjoy?” It’s gonna be a long one, so strap in!
**cracks fingers**
I’ll first start by saying that this initially started when I was 25, and my ex-bf was 24 (Summer 2014). We had been dating for a few months, and he had invited me to his family’s house for a family BBQ. It would be my first time meeting his family, and dining as a couple. It was a party that was hosted by his parents, but much of his extended family was invited, and my ex’s friends were invited, and younger relatives would stay later for outdoor activities (small fire on patio, drinking, etc.).
Upon meeting his family, his mother was often distant in proximity, as well as in conversation (this will come into play later), but was cordial and welcoming to me. His father (48 at the time) was extremely nice, and striking when first meeting him. He reminded me of Elden Campbell, and being from the Detroit area, I had a strong crush on when I was a teenager (Pistons 2004 Champs!! 🏀 🎉 🏆).