I Went to a Restaurant to Meet My Fiances Parents for the First Time, but What They Did Made Me Cancel the Wedding

I never thought I’d be the kind of person to call off a wedding, but life has a way of throwing unexpected surprises your way. I typically like to make decisions after consulting with friends and family, but this time, I just knew deep down what had to be done.

I met Richard when he joined the company as a junior executive in the accounting department. From the moment he walked in, something about him caught my eye—he was tall, had stylish hair, a warm smile, and an infectious sense of humor. It didn’t take long before he became the office favorite, and we started chatting during coffee breaks.

Seven weeks later, we began dating. Richard seemed like everything I had been looking for in a partner—confident, kind, responsible, and someone who could handle things smoothly, especially since I’m a bit clumsy. It felt like a dream come true, and when he proposed six months later, I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

Everything seemed perfect—except for one thing: I had never met Richard’s parents. They lived in another state, and every time I suggested visiting, Richard had an excuse. But when our engagement was announced, his parents insisted on meeting me. Richard arranged a dinner at a fancy new restaurant in town for the occasion.

As the dinner approached, I was a nervous wreck. I spent hours debating what to wear and whether his parents would like me. I finally settled on a classic black dress, hoping to make a good impression.

When Richard picked me up, he reassured me, telling me I looked amazing and that his parents would love me. However, nothing could have prepared me for the disaster that awaited.

The restaurant was stunning—crystal chandeliers, soft piano music, and an elegant atmosphere. As we approached the table, Richard’s mother, Isabella, greeted him with a tight hug and completely ignored me. His father, Daniel, remained seated, his expression cold and distant.

Richard introduced me, but his mother offered a brief, disinterested greeting. From there, the evening only got worse. Isabella hovered over Richard the entire time, offering to order for him and making decisions on his behalf. Richard, at thirty years old, said nothing—he simply let her take control.