𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 & 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ; ᴄʜʀɪs

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SUMMARY ; You'd met Chris' family, but he's confused as to why you never talk about or let him meet yours.

TW: Mentions of neglectful/verbally abusive family, and alcoholism

! Takes Place in Boston !

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You liked to consider yourself an honest person.

A little secretive, maybe, but no secret you held had the power to destroy any of your relationships. If someone asked—and you felt they were entitled to an answer—you'd tell them without a doubt. If you ever were caught in a lie, it was by omission; you never wanted anything you said to be misinterpreted, sometimes you just happened to leave out important details.

By not revealing certain things, it was almost therapeutic. If you never had to bring up traumas of the past, you'd never have to carry the heavy burden of emotional damage they'd cause. So you ignored them; the memories forcefully buried to the back of your head.

Chris thought it was a little odd. If you were sad or upset, he knew, and you'd tell him. However, some things just wouldn't make sense. Chris would ask you things about how you grew up, and you would give the most vague and bland answers possible. He just didn't get it.

When you met Chris' family for the first time, you were a nervous wreck beforehand. You knew his parents were nice and Chris and his brothers did nothing but talk fondly and jokingly of the two; you grew to love his parents even before you had formally met them. But the time had to come eventually, and boy were you scared.

Marylou was an absolute sweetheart though, and you had bought her flowers for when you met her and she immediately found a beautiful, half-full vase to keep them in. You watched how tenderly she cared for the plant, and her tenderness reflected in how she raised her sons. They were amazing, kind, and generous people and you saw that through her. James, or rather known as Jimmy, was hilarious. You saw where your boyfriend got his humor from, and you immediately formed a father-daughter relationship with him. You never felt more at home.

After that evening of spending quality time with the triplets and their parents, you had a full on mental breakdown in Chris' bathroom. Though you lost your biological parents by them wanting nothing to do with you, you felt so welcomed by two new sets of hands; Marylou and Jimmy, and they loved you as their own. This tore you apart, the memories you forced yourself to bury suddenly flooding back at a rapid rate, the door to emotional burden being broken down by forced entry. The realization hit you crazy fast. Your boyfriends parents loved you more than your own, and you felt shame for it. When Marylou and Jimmy asked about your family, you couldn't tell them they were excited to meet them. All you could do was nervously laugh and say, 'It's complicated,' and try to find a way to redirect the conversation. All these negative emotions were hitting you at once, and you had no choice but to deal with it.

Your breaths were unsteady, and when Matt walked past the bathroom, he immediately picked up on it. He didn't realize it was you; he had never seen you emotionally vulnerable. But as soon as he knocked and heard a soft sob behind the door, he knew those uneven breaths belonged to no one other than you.

"Is everything okay?" He said carefully, his left ear against the door.

"I'll be alright," You managed to say, choking on your tears.