At dinner, husband said: “My parents are coming, Don’t make this dirty dinner for him, then get out”

The Revelation of Jonathan’s Intentions

My name is Betty, and I live with Jonathan, who is three years my senior. We met through mutual friends, and our initial casual meeting evolved into spending an entire day together.

I had recently graduated from college when we met. Jonathan expressed his aspirations of becoming a voiceover artist. I was captivated by his resonant voice. I’ve always had a fondness for soothing tones.

It seemed he felt the same attraction as we exchanged numbers and planned more outings. Before long, we found ourselves in a relationship almost effortlessly, without ever formally discussing it.

Dating someone with a bit more life experience, like Jonathan, was thrilling. My friend Laura expressed concerns about our three-year age difference. I assured her it was no big deal.

I genuinely liked Jonathan and felt his affection in return, so I wasn’t worried. Eventually, Laura came around, trusting my judgment.

Jonathan and I had been together for two years when he broached the subject of marriage. I had already spoken to my parents about him, including his age. They were eager to meet him, harboring high hopes for our future.

I often wondered when he would propose. It turned out to be during one of his regular visits to my place. We were just lounging and enjoying each other’s company.

It was not the most romantic setting, but it was very much Jonathan’s style, and I was fine with it. When he popped the question, I simply responded, “Sure, let’s get married”.

Perhaps we both approached the whole thing with a laid-back attitude. Following the proposal, we visited each other’s parents.

However, I didn’t quite click with Jonathan’s family. When we arrived at his parents’ home, the place was decorated with items that seemed to mimic old-fashioned luxury but felt insincere.

His parents were dressed in costly attire and adorned with flashy jewelry. This gave off an air of trying too hard to appear affluent.

Our tastes and values appeared to be quite different. I doubted we’d get along well during the visit. Jonathan’s mother even made a disparaging remark about my appearance, which was hurtful.

I was taken aback by the behavior of the family of the man I intended to marry. Ultimately, I reminded myself that I was committing to Jonathan, not his family. Jonathan and I were set to get married.

I reminded myself that if I didn’t particularly enjoy his parents’ company, I wouldn’t have to spend much time with them. With this thought, I chose not to let it trouble me excessively.

After our wedding, as we settled into our new condo, I noticed that Jonathan seemed preoccupied with something. One day he suddenly asked:

“Hey, who was that woman in the blue dress at our wedding?”.

Considering there were several guests in blue, I couldn’t immediately pinpoint whom he meant.

“Which woman in a blue dress?” I asked, trying to recall.

“You know, the one who gave a speech as your best friend,” he clarified.

“Are you talking about Laura?” I replied, as it clicked that Laura had worn a blue dress.

“Yes, that’s her,” Jonathan said, his tone reflecting some unease.

“What’s wrong with Laura?” I inquired, puzzled by his concern.

“Oh, it’s not a big deal,” he dismissed. “The other day I thought I saw someone who looked like her when I was on my way to work”. “That reminded me she was your best friend who spoke at our wedding”.

I was a bit baffled by Jonathan’s sudden curiosity about Laura and his flustered response. Before I could delve deeper, he laughed it off and retreated to his room.