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My parents humiliated. My son in front of the whole family, laughing. He's just a kid. He'll get over it. But when my son stood up and said, I'll never forget this, the entire table went silent and the next morning my parents world crumbled in a way they never saw coming. For years, I had convinced myself that my parents were just old-fashioned, that their hrsh words weren't meant to be cruel.
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 Just the way they were raised. That their coldness, their lack of affection, their tendency to cut you down when you were at your most vulnerable, it wasn't personal, it was just them. I spent years swallowing my pride, letting things go, making excuses not for me. I stopped caring what they thought of me a long time ago.

But for my son, Micah, I wanted him to have some kind of relationship with his grandparents, to have stories to tell when he was older, to feel like he was part of a bigger family. But last Thanksgiving I realized something. My parents weren't just old fashioned. They were bad people. And the moment they turned on Micah, everything inside me snapped.

The drive from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh took just under five hours. Micah sat in the passenger seat, his headphones in, fingers tapping on his phone screen. He wasn't excited about this trip. I wasn't either, but I had made him a promise. One dinner, that was all. If it went bad, we'd leave, no questions asked.

The weather had already started to turn. The late November cold settling into the trees. The sky was gray. The sun hidden behind thick clouds. That made everything feel a little more bleak. Every mile closer to my parents' house, my stomach tightened. It had been almost two years since I last saw them. The last time things hadn't ended well.

My father had insulted me in front of the whole family, calling me a failure of a man for leaving my job in engineering to start my own business. My mother had stood by, arms crossed, nodding along, like she agreed with every word I had left Without saying goodbye. This time I told myself it would be different for Micah for me.

As I pulled into their driveway, I already knew I had lied to myself. Their house hadn't changed. It was a two story beige colored thing in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The kind of place that looked inviting from the outside with a neatly trimmed lawn and a little garden known by the porch, a lion in the form of a house.

Micah pulled out his earbuds and glanced at me. You okay? I forced a smile. Yeah, bud. You. He shrugged, which was about as much enthusiasm as I could expect from a 13-year-old being dragged to a family dinner. He didn't want to attend. The door swung open before we even made it up the steps. My mother stood there, arms crossed by scanning Micah like he was a piece of furniture She didn't remember buying.

Look at you, she said. Finally, her lips pressing into a thin smile. You've gotten so tall. Micah muttered. A polite thanks. My father appeared behind her. His usual scowl in place. Took you long enough to visit. I clenched my jaw, but said nothing. No. Hello? No. How have you been? Just another dig. Another way to remind me that I was never enough.

I should have turned around right then. I should have taken Micah and left, but I didn't. I walked inside the dining room, smelled like Thanksgiving, Turkey, stuffing mashed potatoes. My mother had always been a great cook. One of the few things I could say about her that wasn't laced with resentment, we weren't the first to arrive.

My younger brother, Brandon, and his wife Selena, were already seated with their two kids. They gave Micah a polite nod, but didn't say much to me. Typical, we sat down and for the first 15 minutes things were fine. Conversation stayed light. How's work? How's school? Did you see the Steelers game last week? I kept my responses short, not wanting to give them ammunition, but my father could never leave things alone.......,
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