When my girlfriend, Michelle, introduced me to her teenage son, Jack, I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But things took an unexpected turn when Jack, thinking I didn’t understand, spoke to Michelle in French, revealing a secret she’d been hiding—a revelation that could change everything between us.I knew the moment was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for how it actually went down. It was a Sunday afternoon, and the summer sun streamed through the kitchen windows, casting warm light over the breakfast nook where Michelle and I sat.My heart thudded in my chest, anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of anxiety. Michelle had finally decided it was time for me to meet her son, Jack. She’d been hesitant, and I understood why. Jack is a teenage boy who is protective of his mom and wary of a new man in her life. Yeah, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
But I was ready or so I thought. When Jack walked in, it was like a cold breeze swept through the room. The kid barely looked at me, his eyes glued to his phone.He was tall for 15, with a mop of dark hair that kept falling into his eyes. I tried to smile, to break the ice, but it felt like I was grinning into a void. “So, Jack,” I said, forcing a bit of cheer into my voice. “Your mom’s told me a lot about you. It’s great to finally meet.” He shrugged, not bothering to look up. “Yeah, sure.” Michelle shot me an apologetic glance, her face a mixture of hope and anxiety.She wanted this to go well—hell, we both did.
