He wasn’t my fiancée but he was my first bf in high school and my last. Meeting his family freaked me out so much that I swore off relationships until I graduated with a college degree.
Context: I’m an American citizen but was living in Asia for a time. I started high school in one of those countries. By junior year, I had my first boyfriend. One day, he invited me and our friends to his house for his birthday.
I met his parents and sister at the house, and while they were nice, they treated me with some weird reverence. Everyone in town knew I was an “Americana” and knew I spoke mainly English. At one point they gave me a tour of their house, and his folks were pressuring me to go into my boyfriend’s bedroom alone with him. I said no.
They then began to talk amongst themselves. But they failed to realize that I understood their language by then. Turns out that they were conspiring to get me locked in the room with their son, have their boy force sex on me, and then have the two of us marry. All this in the hopes of getting a green card for their kid and a ticket to migrate to America. Apparently my American citizenship was all they saw of me. I was only 15 at the time.
I went from being that teenager anticipating her first kiss to breaking up with him the next Monday at school. I didn’t even know if that’s how one gets a green card, but just knowing his parents were willing to ruin my life like that – nope, not having it. – esoldelulu