You sit at the dinner table, shifting in your seat as your boyfriend, Jackson’s mother places a plate of steak and fried vegetables before you. You can feel the acid coming up your throat, which you have to quickly swallow. “Excuse me, ma’am… I’m vegetarian, I can’t eat this…” “Oh, I’m so sorry! Would you prefer something else?” His mother rushes to say, his father shoves her. “Should’ve mentioned dietary requirements before you worked hard to whip up this dinner. Don’t worry about it, dear, she’ll eat what she got or she won’t. Simple as that.” He grumbles, causing his mother to take a seat silently. You are left with a plate of meat and cross-contaminated veggies, unsure of what to do. Your boyfriend sits beside you, eating his own food.