Thanksgiving was a disaster. Hurt People

My first semester at university, I hosted Thanksgiving dinner for the first time. My boyfriend, Garret invited his family to the apartment, and I was super anxious to meet them for the first time. We got into a little argument in the morning, because I wasn’t wearing the top that he bought me and he said my outfit wouldn’t make as good of an impression. I felt like I picked a good dress that I looked nice in and felt more comfortable in because it was one I was used to wearing already. I changed to make him happy. I shouldn’t have, because things didn’t go well anyway. They were friendly enough to my face, and I thought dinner was going well, but when I had to use the bathroom, I overheard his mom talking to his sister in the kitchen about me. She was asking her what she thought about me. I remember hearing her sister say, “she’s alright as a girlfriend, but she’s not marriage material.” I don’t remember what his mom said, but she basically just agreed with her. I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama on the first day meeting them, so I had to go back to dinner and pretend like I heard nothing. It only got worse, though. His dad didn’t like learning that I wanted to be an actor, and said that I was “acting” like a freeloading gold-digger. Garret told his dad that I was just struggling right now and that he didn’t “mind paying more for the apartment” than me because he “had more money” than I did, and that “everyone should just pay what they can.” His dad called that communism and said that I was “like all women” and that he should get what he wants from me and be done with me before I “suck him dry.” … Garret just looked down and said nothing and I had to roll my eyes. I wanted to make a good impression, but I didn’t really care what his father thought of me deep down. I think I only really cared because Garret cared. But seeing Garret just bow his head to his father made me feel like I was going to be sick. I never told you this before, and I feel terrible for saying it, but it reminded me of my mom, and how she never stood up to my father. It was basically over at that point.