I once dated a guy called Jack.* Things started off really well, he was a lovely guy, sensitive, into music and art. He was intelligent and good looking. He was the type of person who never had a bad word to say about anyone. He ticked most of the boxes and was well liked by my mum and friends.
He introduced me to his family. I met his parents and I got the impression that they were a tight knit family which I liked.
It wasn’t long before I was then introduced to his sister, Melinda.*
Melinda was nice to me and they seemed quite close. There were loads of pictures of them together around the house which I thought was really sweet. Jack was so supportive of Melinda and everything that she did. If she would walk into a room he would flood her with compliments on her choice of clothing.
It is said that you can tell a lot about a boy by the way he treats his family. Although not every guy will get along with his family all the time, if he respects them it’s a good sign. Jack was respectful of his parents and his family in general.
And everything seemed to go well…but there was something in my head that said ‘if something is too good to be true..it usually is.’ I was right.
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Melinda never went out with any other friends other than her brother’s.
I started to notice that 9 out of 10 times we went out, Melinda would be there. She never seemed to go out with her own friends. She would always sit next to Jack. Would do whatever Jack said. Never had a difference of opinion to Jack. Never even fought with Jack.
By contrast, my siblings and I fought like cats and dogs growing up. We had one bathroom and a family of five. There were plenty of things to fight about. Who was going in the front seat of the car? Who was having their shower first? Whose toys belonged to who? We are now officially adults and our relationship has improved since we no longer live with each other, but to agree with them on everything? Real life isn’t the Brady Bunch.