I perked up, and sure enough, someone had knocked a candle over, and the tablecloth was on fire.
My father, still watching the game through the flames, hadn’t even noticed. Thankfully, we put it out quickly, but we still tease him about his obliviousness. © antisocialpsych / Reddit
It was my 1st Thanksgiving with my ex-fiancée’s family. Everyone seemed obsessed with her mom’s “famous” pie.
I took a bite, and it was amazing—almost too perfect.
Later that night, something shiny caught my eye in the trash. Curious, I picked it up, and my skin crawled. It was a packet of food labeled “Meat Flavor Concentrate—Grade D (For Animal Feed).” They didn’t have any pets.
My ex-fiancée saw me and her face turned pale.
It turned out she knew her mom used this disgusting, questionable ingredient—and she loved eating it anyway.
The next morning, I brought up the pie with her mom and asked why it tasted so unusual. She just smiled and said, “Some family recipes are best kept secret.”
I didn’t finish breakfast, and I broke up with my fiancée a month later.
