This did not happen today but I die a little inside everytime I think about it.
I met my (then) boyfriend during school. We each had our own apartment but spent all of our time together. We were basically living together but kept the appearances of having separate places because we both have very traditional parents (like the no sex before marriage, all s/os are introduced as “friends from school” type of traditional).
For the next 2-3 years we kept up the ruse and would migrate our stuff back to our own place whenever our parents would visit. It all worked out fine. Fast forward to graduation, both our families came to the graduation. At this point, I’ve not met his parents but they had extended an invite to my family and me to have a meal after the graduation ceremony. It all went fairly well.
After graduation, his parents decided to help him move back home while he looked for a new place. So before they came, I looked around the apartment and cleared out my stuff…. or so I thought.
The bf and his dad were moving the bed together and when they finally slid it away from the wall, the bra fell onto the floor. It was lodged in the crevice between the bed and the wall. My bf said everything started going into slow motion and he knew it was too late to try to recover. His dad picked up the bra and threw it at him. Awkwardness ensued and they finished the rest of the move in silence.
Anyway, his dad must have told his mom because he got a call later that day and was given a stern talking to about being at school for “studying purposes” and not to “make any mistake” he would regret.
We are married now but I am pretty sure they knew the bra was mine and probably thought I’m a sex fiend who stole their boy’s innocence. I’m just glad they never mentioned that incident at a family dinner with my parents. That would be a different kind of hell.
TL;DR left my bra at my bf’s, his very traditional parents found it, gave him a talk and probably judged/s me silently.
