Too Late for Us

The day my parents traveled all the way from home to discuss the wedding arrangements, the Miller family—led by Grayson Miller—showed up late.

After my third call went unanswered, my mom forced a smile and tried to comfort me. "Maybe they're stuck in traffic. It's no big deal. Your dad and I don't mind waiting."

And wait we did—for three hours.

Their expressions slowly shifted from eager excitement to quiet sorrow.

My dad kept tugging at the stiff, ill-fitting suit he rarely wore. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. His eyes reddened, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Sweetheart… does it have to be him?

"I'm not trying to break you two up. It's just—you'll be thousands of miles away from us. If you ever get hurt, your mom and I… we won't be there in time to wipe your tears."

My nails dug into my palms. Still, I smiled, helped my parents to their feet, and said: "Dad, Mom, let's go home. Forget the engagement. I don't want it anymore."

After bringing my parents home and getting them settled, I finally got a call from Grayson Miller.

He opened with an accusation, his voice sharp. "We got to the restaurant. Why is the private room empty? Your parents don't give a damn about our wedding, do they? I can't believe they'd show up late!"

I paused for a second, then answered quietly, "Grayson, my parents waited with me for three hours. You never showed. It's not that we're not taking this seriously—it's that you and your family never took my parents seriously."

There was a beat of silence on his end. When he spoke again, his tone had softened.

"Hazel got into grad school with full funding. Her parents came from out of town to celebrate. They don't know anyone here, and Hazel's just a student—she couldn't handle it alone. So I went to the station to pick them up. You know my family has sponsored Hazel for thirteen years. I've always thought of her as a little sister. I couldn't just ignore her parents."

Grayson rarely bothered to explain himself. But instead of feeling better, I only felt worse.

When my own parents arrived yesterday, I'd been stuck in an all-hands meeting at work. I had no choice but to call Grayson and ask him to pick them up.

Do you know what he said? He said, "They're adults, not kids. They can take a cab. It's not like they're gonna get lost."

I tried to explain patiently. "My parents haven't traveled much. They don't know how to use ride-share apps. I even bought their train tickets for them. The station is barely fifteen minutes from our place. Couldn't you just drive over and—"

He cut me off, annoyed. "I'm exhausted after work every day. I don't need you ordering me around the minute I get home. Your parents, your problem. I'm not doing it."

Then came the dial tone. He'd hung up.

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