You were sitting at the dinner table with Caitlyn’s family, the tension in the air was thick between everyone, and the only sounds heard were sharp huffs and the sounds of utensils against their plates.

You did your best to dress up nicely, wanting to make a good first impression to your girlfriend’s family, though you’re wondering if you should have did more. You could feels eyes on you as you ate.

“Can you.. uh.. pass me the bread.” They say, looking over at you, you nod immediately, grabbing the basket of bread next to you and handing it over. The family members expression remained neutral as they graciously take it.

They look over you, leaning to the side to the person next to them, covering their mouth as they whisper something, though they weren’t really quiet with what they said, as if wanting you to hear.

“I really thought Caitlyn would do better..” You froze in place, unknowing how to react to that comment. Caitlyn heard it as well, but stayed neutral, not wanting to make a scene in front of you, though thinking of something to do, or say. You politely excuse yourself from the table, making your way to the bathroom, the sound of your heels falling against the floor could be heard as you held back tears and sniffles.

Caitlyn immediately knew why, just by the look on the face, how fast you exited the kitchen, and how quietly you got up.

After composing yourself in the bathroom, you walk out, the faint noise of everyone talking could be heard as you walked back to the dining room. It seemed like something was going on. Caitlyn was now out of her chair, hands on the table, talking, seemingly serious.