When Darren agrees to meet his girlfriend Iris’s parents for Thanksgiving, he’s prepared for small talk, turkey, and a glimpse into her family life. What he isn’t prepared for is the house—a house he recognizes all too well. As secrets simmer beneath the surface, Darren must navigate love, betrayal, and the explosive truth that could shatter everything.
When I first started dating Iris, I thought I had hit the jackpot. She was gorgeous, funny, and had this way of making the world feel lighter. I wasn’t always a relationship guy, but there was just something about Iris that had changed everything…
We’d been together for almost a year, and everything about our relationship felt effortless, until one day it didn’t.
Two months ago, Iris invited me over to her family’s house for Thanksgiving. I didn’t have any reservations about it because my family were away at my brother’s for Thanksgiving. It was either spending time with Iris and getting to know her family or eating noodles on the couch in my boxers.
“You’ll love them, Darren,” she said. “They’re a little loud, but they mean well.”
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. Meeting the parents was a big step, sure, but I was confident. I loved Iris, and I wanted to take this next step with her. It felt natural and like something that we needed to do.
Especially because I had been thinking of proposing. Sure, it was early, but I wanted her to be around forever.
But as we pulled up to her house on Thanksgiving morning, something didn’t feel right.
The moment I saw the place, my stomach dropped. The brick exterior, the white shutters, the maple tree in the front yard—I knew this house.
I had been here before.
But when?
“Is everything okay?” Iris asked, getting out of the car and holding the pies we brought for dessert.
“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’s just… a sense of déjà vu, I guess?”
She laughed, not sensing my growing unease.
“I get that sometimes. And maybe it just means that you’re meant to be here. Come on, everyone’s dying to meet you.”
I followed her up the walkway, my heart hammering. I kept telling myself it couldn’t be. There had to be an explanation. But as soon as the door opened, I knew.
Her mom stood in the entryway, smiling warmly. She looked exactly as I remembered her—short blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and that same confident posture.
Her smile faltered for just a fraction of a second when she saw me.
“Mom, this is Darren,” Iris said, oblivious. “Darren, this is my mom, Karen. I’ve been wanting to bring Darren over forever! I really think this is the one, Mom!”
Karen.
I hadn’t even known her name back then. To me, she had been the older woman who flirted with me at the gym when I was 19.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, my voice tight as I shook her hand.
I wondered if she remembered everything as I had. It was a long time ago, but… no, it was impossible. I was sure she was used to meeting guys all the time—Iris’s friends or potential…
Her grip lingered a second too long, shaking me out of my thoughts. Karen’s eyes searched mine.
“Welcome to our home,” she said, her tone unreadable.
I wanted to believe I was imagining things. I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening. But the truth hit me in the face: I’d hooked up with Iris’s mom.
It had started innocently enough—or so I thought. Back then, I worked as a trainer at a gym while studying sports science at the local university. Karen had been a regular, always smiling, always making conversation.
I was young and flattered by her attention. She was in her early forties, gorgeous, and way out of my league. Or so I thought until she started making it clear she was interested.
First, it was little things.
“Can you spot me, Darren?” she asked.
“Can you get someone to fill up my water bottle? I don’t want to lose my count!”
“What do you think of my form? Not bad for a woman in her forties, huh?” she would ask, biting her lip.
One night after a late workout, she asked me to grab a drink.
“Come on, Darren,” she said. “My husband is away on business, the kids are with my sister. I just want to go out and feel normal. I don’t want to go home and sit all by myself. Let’s go out!”
I told myself that it was just casual, just two adults hanging out. But one thing led to another, and I ended up at her house. This house.
After spending that first night together, we got together a few times before things fizzled out. I think it was the fact that my roommate walked in on us that did it.
She stopped coming to the gym, and I figured that was that. I didn’t think much about it afterward. Karen was older, married, and way more experienced than me.
I assumed she regretted it and wanted to move on. I didn’t really care because I was young and having fun. There was no need to worry about an older woman who I didn’t have feelings for.
Now, standing in her entryway, I realized I had been painfully naïve. This wasn’t just some woman I’d had a fling with.
This was my girlfriend’s mother.
Iris’s dad, Mark, appeared next, shaking my hand with a friendly grin. He had no idea. None of them did, except Karen and myself.
“Come on in,” Iris said, pulling me inside. “You’ve got to meet Baxter!”
The rest of the afternoon was a blur. I met Iris’s younger brother and their family dog, Baxter. We watched football, and Iris showed me her old bedroom, complete with posters of boy bands she’d adored as a teenager.
She had a large beanbag chair which was covered in all her clothing.
All the while, Karen kept her distance as much as possible. She was polite, but her eyes kept flicking to me when she thought no one was looking.
I avoided her gaze as much as I could, but it was impossible to ignore the tension crackling between us.
“Here you go,” she said after a little while.
She was standing at Iris’s bedroom door, holding a tray of lemonade.
“Dinner will be ready soon,” she said.
“Thank goodness!” Iris said. “The smell of the turkey and the roasted potatoes are killing me! I’m so excited to dig in!”
But dinner was where things went from bad to worse.
The table was set beautifully—candles, a floral centerpiece, the entire works. Iris’s dad carved the turkey while Karen served the sides. It should have been a Norman Rockwell moment, but I couldn’t stop sweating.
“Darren, tell us about your family,” Mark said, passing me a plate of roasted potatoes.
“They’re great,” I said, keeping it vague. “My brother lives out of state, so they’re currently with him and his family. It’s the first Thanksgiving with their new baby. So, it’s nice to be here for the holiday.”
Iris beamed at me, and I tried to focus on her instead of the storm brewing inside me.
“Darren is a good one, Iris,” Mark said, clapping me on the back. “We’re happy to have you.”
Karen’s fork clattered against her plate, and everyone looked at her.
“Sorry,” she said quickly. “Slipped. Gravy fingers.”
I caught her eye, and for a split second, I saw something raw there—fear, guilt, maybe even anger.
The evening dragged on, every interaction with Karen was like walking a tightrope. After dinner, while Iris and her brother played cards in the living room, Karen cornered me in the kitchen.
“We need to talk,” she hissed, her voice low.
I backed up a step, my pulse racing.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Keeping this from blowing up,” she said, her tone sharp. “You can’t tell Iris. You can’t tell anyone. Especially Iris!”
“I wasn’t planning to,” I said, though the words felt hollow.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Good. Because if you do, it’ll ruin everything. You’ll hurt Iris, you’ll hurt this family, and for what? A mistake I made years ago?”
I swallowed hard.
“Karen…”
“No, listen to me! This never happened. Do you understand?”
I nodded, more out of fear than agreement. She stepped back, smoothing her hair as if nothing had happened. Then, she carried the pies and saucers into the living room.
That night, Iris and I stayed in her old room. She fell asleep quickly, curled against me, but I lay awake staring at the ceiling.
I felt sick. Physically, emotionally, all of it. Just sick.
Karen was right. If Iris ever found out, it would destroy her. But keeping this secret felt like a betrayal too.
I replayed every moment I’d shared with Iris, every time she’d told me how much she loved her parents, how close her family was. And now I knew the truth. Karen had cheated on Mark.
With me.
It wasn’t just guilt eating at me. It was shame. I’d been too young and stupid to realize the consequences of my actions back then, but now I couldn’t ignore them.
The next morning, I told Iris I had an upset stomach and needed to head home early. She offered to come with me, but I insisted she stay and spend time with her family.
As I drove back to my apartment, the weight of the situation pressed down on me like a boulder. I loved Iris. I wanted a future with her. But this secret felt like a ticking time bomb.
What if Karen just decided to let it slip out? What if Karen decided to convince her daughter that I wasn’t good enough?
I don’t know what I’ll do. But maybe I’ll find a way to live with it. Maybe I’ll tell Iris someday and hope she understands.
For now, all I know is that nothing about our relationship feels simple anymore. The woman I love deserves honesty. But the truth might destroy her. And me.
All I can do is hope the past stays buried. But deep down, I know secrets have a way of coming out. And when they do, the fallout is never pretty. But for now, I’ll just drink my beer and hope for the best.
What would you have done?
