“But Mom, that’s what a good student does. It means she’s smart.” “Oh, please. The C-students are easier to deal with. They know they’re mediocre. This girl thinks she’s special.”
Jack realized there was no “good time” to break the news. He finally told them just days before the wedding. “Are you serious? You’re telling me this now? Who is she? Do I know her?” Eleanor demanded. “Mom, you’ve criticized every girl I’ve ever dated. Most of them left because they couldn’t handle your ‘vetting’ process,” Jack said firmly.
“That was quality control! Now, what is her name?” “I kept it from you because I knew you’d try to sabotage her. You’ve already made her life miserable in class.” “Wait… Jack, tell me it isn’t that girl. Not the one from my Econ seminar!” Eleanor shrieked.
“It is. And we’re getting married.” “Of all the women in this city, you picked the most abrasive, social-climbing girl in the department? You’re doing this to spite me!”
“No, Mom. We’ve been together for a long time. She didn’t even want me to tell you because she knew you’d react exactly like this. She wanted to earn her grade on her own merit, and she did.” “She didn’t earn anything! I won’t allow this wedding to happen!”
