Matt’s mom smiled. “Wonderful to hear. I can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Give me your address, and I’ll courier you an invitation for tomorrow’s party.”
Oh, okay, it was that type of party.
“You can just mail it to the shop,” I said, grabbing one of the business cards I had out on the counter and handing it to her. “Or I guess you could give it to me now.”
“I’ll courier it,” she said, taking the business card with two fingers. “Tell Matt to call us.”
My heart hammered after they left.
Those were Matt’s parents. I had just met Matt’s parents, and I was covered in frosting. Crap!
They clearly thought I wasn’t good enough for their son.
And they were probably right.
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Matt
As much as I hated Christmas, I did have to admit that the pierogi stall right outside my office was quickly becoming an amenity I wasn’t sure I would be able to live without come January. I answered emails while I stood in line. Several of us regulars were there, lining up for our daily Slovenian food fix.
Jack:WTF, dude.
Owen:Seriously, Matt. Even Jonathan has more sense than you.
Matt:What the hell?
Jonathan:I’m offended by that.
Jonathan:Also, I have never gone to their Christmas parties as an adult.
Oliver:Probably because you weren’t invited.
Jonathan:You’re lucky I’m a two-hour train ride away.
Jonathan:Also, Morticia made lasagna and caramel apple cinnamon rolls tonight and was going to give you some, but I’m going to tell her not to.
Oliver:I take it back! I take it back!
Belle:You better not give them any information on any of us. I don’t want Mom and Dad butting into my life. I’ve done a lot of work to cut them out.
I was reeling and confused.
Matt:I’m not going to their Christmas party. Are you all out of your minds?
Owen:This Facebook post says otherwise.
I scanned the link he sent. Sure enough, on my mom’s Facebook page was a gushing post, which I knew she’d had her assistant write, talking about how I was confirmed to come to her Christmas party.
What the fuck?
Matt:Fuck them. I’m not going. She can’t just lie to the world and expect me to come bail her out to keep her from looking stupid.
I ordered my pierogi and sausage and took the food back to the office, still angry at my parents.
They tried to pull that shit all the time. When I was younger, they’d promise I was going to do something without even talking to me then get mad when I pushed back.
Just another reason why I’m going low contact.
