When my son introduced his fiancée to us, I was excited to finally meet the woman he had fallen for.
However, all my enthusiasm vanished the instant I saw her face.
I realized I already knew her and shortly afterward, she ended up locked in my basement.
The instinct to safeguard your child is unshakeable. I’m a mother in her 50s living in a serene suburban area with my husband, Nathan.
We’ve been married for more than 25 years and our son, Xavier, is the center of our world.
Now at 22 and nearing the end of his college journey, Xavier moved away some time ago, but we’ve always been close. At least, that was what I believed until a few weeks ago when Xavier surprised us with a phone call that turned everything upside down.
It was an ordinary Tuesday evening. Nathan and I were lounging in the living room, partly watching television, partly dozing off when the phone rang.
“Mom, Dad, I have some huge news!” Xavier exclaimed excitedly.
“I’ve met someone special. Her name is Danielle, and she’s fantastic. We’ve been dating for three months, and—” he paused for effect, “I proposed, and she said yes!”
For a moment, I was speechless, overwhelmed by everything to process.
A woman, a three-month relationship, and an engagement? “Wait, you’re engaged?” I stumbled out, glancing at my husband, whose expression was sheer disbelief.
“Yup! I wanted to tell you earlier, but Danielle is quite shy.
She wasn’t ready to meet you until now, but I managed to convince her. Can we come over for dinner this weekend?”
“Absolutely!” I responded, though my mind was swirling with concern, overshadowing my enthusiasm.
Throughout his four years at college, Xavier hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend, not once. No tales of dates, no photos—nothing.
Now he was engaged after just a couple of months! It was unbelievable.
After the call, I turned to Nathan. “What do we know about her?” I questioned as we prepared the house for the upcoming dinner.
“Where’s she from? What does she do?”
“Well, dear, you heard the same things I did,” Nathan said with a chuckle. “Perhaps he’s just lovesick.
You know how intense young love can be.”
His words did nothing to alleviate my worries. I attempted to reach out to Xavier the next day for more information, but his responses were vague at best. “She’s from around here,” he replied, a smile evident in his tone.
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