When my boyfriend’s mother kept calling me “Scarlett” instead of Jasmine, I assumed it was a simple mistake—until months passed and her “forgetfulness” proved intentional. So this Thanksgiving, I decided to give her a moment she wouldn’t forget. I never expected to be the cause of a holiday meltdown, but looking back, it started two years ago when I met Arnold at work. He was thoughtful, steady, and everything I could want in a partner, always showing up for me in small but meaningful ways.
For two years, our relationship felt perfect—until he introduced me to his family. I was nervous but hopeful, even bringing homemade cookies to make a good impression. Instead, from the moment I walked in, all I heard was “Scarlett,” Arnold’s ex and former high school sweetheart who’d been part of the family for nearly a decade. Arnold barely talked about her, but his family never seemed to stop.
His mother, Melissa, couldn’t go five minutes without praising Scarlett—her beauty, her familiarity, how she “fit right in.” She hardly looked at me while reminiscing about the girl she clearly wished her son had married. I tried to stay polite, offering a smile and a hopeful comment about getting to know everyone, but it was like I wasn’t even there.
Arnold noticed my discomfort and squeezed my hand, but it didn’t change the fact that his family was stuck in the past—while I was standing right in front of them, trying to build a future of my own.
