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Prose Challenge of the Week #50 : With Thanksgiving around the corner, write about a conversation around the table where a family secret is unfurled. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtags #itslit #getlit #ProseChallenge
Cover image for post The Biggest Secret of All, by MsHannahTweets

The Biggest Secret of All

This year was the first time I didn't have Thanksgiving with my family. This year I had it with my boyfriend Noah's family. Well, ex-boyfriend. Let me explain. His family is extremely religious. I was petrified to attend because Noah and I recently found out that I'm pregnant. We hadn't decided if we wanted it or not yet. Somehow, I thought, his family will be able to just look at me and know. 

As I mingled before dinner, my fears increased. While my boyfriend's parents were acting normally, both his sister Mary and brother Joseph were behaving strangely. I was convinced they knew our secret and just weren't sure what to say. We all sat down to eat and his father said grace. Before eating, we had to complete their family tradition of everybody going about the table and saying something they were grateful for. That's when everything took an unexpected turn. It went something like this.

Noah's mother: I'm very grateful that Noah's girlfriend Elizabeth was able to join us this year. It's great to see him with such a kind, intelligent woman. What are you grateful for this year, Elizabeth?

Me: I'm pregnant! I mean, that's not what I'm grateful for, I'm actually terrified about that. But, um, yeah.

Noah's father: Then I guess we're grateful for the new life that will be coming into our world soon?

Noah: We're so sorry.

Joseph: At least you can give them grandchildren.

Noah: What?

Joseph: I'm gay. There I said it.

Me: I don't think I want to keep it.

Noah: What?

Me: Don't hate me!

Joseph: Nobody's going to hate you. They're all going to hate me!

Mary: I don't hate any of you.

Joseph & Me: Really?

Mary: Well, I'm an Atheist, so being gay or deciding what to do with your own body doesn't break any religious rules for me.

Noah's father: You're Atheist?

Mary: Yeah. Don't hate me.

Noah's mother: We don't hate you, Sweetie. We love all of our children no matter what.

Noah's father: I can't guarantee that the government agrees with us right now, but we support you.

Me: You mean you guys didn't vote for Trump and Pence?

Noah's mother: Well, goodness no. Did you?

Me: Well, yeah. 

Noah's father: Get out of our house.

Me: What?

Noah's father: GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE!

I looked over at my boyfriend who had his head hung.

Noah: Just go.

So now I'm pretty sure that I don't have a boyfriend. I guess I'm thankful that re-election is only four years away?

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