I’ll never forget the way my parents looked at Mallory during dinner—like she was a puzzle they couldn’t quite figure out. She’s tall, confident, and unapologetically herself, and for some reason, that made them uncomfortable.
The second she left the room, their disapproval spilled out. “She’s too big for you,” my mom said. “It’s not a good match.” My dad echoed her, masking his judgment as concern.
But here’s what they don’t know: Mallory is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s the reason I believe in love, the person who’s stood by me through everything.
And now, I’m done letting their outdated ideas go unchallenged. The next time we talk, they’ll hear exactly how I feel—whether they’re ready or not.
