What a Turkey
A few years back, I was invited to Thanksgiving dinner with the family of my boyfriend of two months. Since he worked close by, but his parents lived forty minutes away, he offered to pick me up and take me home. When we arrived, I was surprised to find that two of his “buddies” were also there. I felt a little odd since I had never met his parents and the way he had sold the dinner to me, he made it seem as if this would be the official “meet the parents” dinner. It wasn’t.
As soon as the plates were cleared my date took off upstairs, followed immediately by one of his friends. I thought nothing of it until 20 minutes later they were still upstairs, leaving me and his one other “buddy” alone with his parents. Not to mention there were several odd, loud noises coming from above us. Eventually his other friend became frustrated and went upstairs to join them and this is when the noises got even louder.
After 40 minutes, the three came back downstairs, and my boyfriend proceeded to go into the living room and fall asleep. His two friends decided to leave around the same time, so I asked the one for a ride home, in which he obliged. This is when my “sleeping” date somehow heard this and came out of the living room, screaming and threatening his friend. The last thing I wanted was to get back into a car with my date, but he basically threatened me until I had no other choice. And the entire time his family did nothing to help me, but only condoned his behavior.
The ride home was awkward and he kept trying to explain himself, but I didn’t want to hear it. After that day, I refused to see him again. And I still do not know what the three of them were doing upstairs, nor do I want to.
