I Took My Fiance to Visit My Parents, He Ran Out Screaming, I Can’t Believe It, in the Middle of the Night

I’ve been with my fiancé for six years and known him for nine. We were set to marry next month, but everything changed during a family visit.

To prepare for the wedding, we went to my parents’ house so Adam could meet more of my extended family. Although he wanted to stay at a hotel, I convinced him that staying in my childhood home would be special—a last nostalgic moment with my parents before starting our life together.

The first evening went smoothly. My family was thrilled to meet him, and the dinner felt warm and welcoming. But later that night, Adam struggled to sleep, feeling restless in an unfamiliar bed. Frustrated, I suggested he take a walk to clear his mind. Moments after he left, I was jolted awake by his scream. My heart raced as I hurried to find him, fearing something terrible had happened.

Adam returned to our room, his face pale with shock. “Your mom—she’s kissing another man in the foyer!” he exclaimed, visibly disturbed. I had dreaded this day, hoping we could avoid it. My parents have an unconventional marriage, something I’d come to accept but rarely spoke about, even with Adam. As I tried to explain, my mother walked in and calmly addressed the situation, revealing that Adam had misunderstood what was happening.

Adam, understandably upset, felt betrayed that I hadn’t shared this part of my life with him. It triggered painful memories of his own family issues, leaving him questioning our relationship. The next morning, he packed his bags and checked into a hotel, saying he needed space to process everything. I felt helpless, caught between my loyalty to my family and the honesty I owed to my fiancé.

Eventually, I joined him at the hotel, and after an emotionally charged conversation, we decided to finish our stay at my grandmother’s house. The visit remained tense, but my parents apologized to Adam, and I tried to reassure him of my love and commitment.

On our drive home, we talked deeply, agreeing to try couples’ therapy. Adam recognized that some of his pain stemmed from unresolved trauma, and I acknowledged that I should’ve been more open. This experience, while difficult, sparked conversations we hadn’t fully explored, allowing us to rebuild trust and find healing together.

What would you do in my place?