I'm Stephanie, 25F, and last week felt like a nightmare I couldn't shake off.
I'm Stephanie, 25F, and last week felt like a nightmare I couldn't shake off.
I met Ben in college. He never pursued the so-called "perfect" girls — he saw me for who I was, loved me fiercely, and I loved him just as deeply. After two months, he popped the question. I accepted instantly.
Then came the day I met his parents.
Ben invited me for dinner at his family's place. My nerves were high, but I had hope… until Stella, his mother, leaned over to her husband and said:
"IS SHE THE GIRL'S MOTHER?"
I was stunned.
Ben quickly fired back, "Mom, that's Stephanie! My fiancée!"
His mom’s reaction stayed cold.
"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECTING US TO ACCEPT HER AS OUR DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?"
A sinking feeling hit me. Ben tried to stand up for me, but the meal became unbearable. Every mouthful I took seemed to make things worse. When I grabbed some garlic bread, Stella crashed her fork onto the table.
"Ben, THIS MUST STOP!"
I asked, confused, "What do you mean?"
"YOU AND THIS GIRL… WE DO NOT APPROVE OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP! Stay friends if you want. BUT SHE CAN'T BE WITH OUR SON!"
"I—I love him," I said quietly. "He loves me… What did I do wrong?"
Stella marched up to me, pointing her finger.
"DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF? YOU'RE TAKING UP TOO MUCH SPACE IN OUR HOME! YOU CARE MORE ABOUT FOOD THAN YOU DO ABOUT MY SON!"
Tears fell down my face.
But here's where things changed… only a few months later, those same parents came to me, pleading — literally pleading — for me to take Ben back. ⬇️⬇️⬇️
My Fiancé's Parents Rejected Me for Being Plus-Sized – Months Later, They Showed Up Begging Me to Take Him Back
When my fiancé's parents told me I was 'taking up too much space' because of my size and forced him to end our engagement, I thought my world had ended. But months later, when they showed up at my door begging me to marry their son, I had the perfect answer waiting.
I'm still shaking as I write this.
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I don't know if it's from anger or relief or something I can't even name yet.
I'm Stephanie. I'm 25.
Last week felt like living through a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, except this nightmare had been building for months.
I'm still shaking as I write this.
I don't know if it's from anger or relief or something I can't even name yet.
Let me back up. I met Ben during our junior year of college.
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He was different from the other guys, who only chased the same cookie-cutter Instagram girls with their flat stomachs and thigh gaps.
Ben saw me. The actual me.
He loved my laugh, the way I got excited about old bookstores, and how I could quote entire episodes of our favorite shows.
He made me feel beautiful when the world had spent years telling me I wasn't.
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