“No,” I replied. “And I think that’s private.”

“That’s not private,” she snapped. “You live with my son. We need to know what to expect. He wants a family—his own children. Not someone else’s. You’ll need to see a doctor and bring certificates proving you’re healthy and capable of giving me grandchildren. You’ll pay for the tests yourself.”

I looked at Daniel, waiting for him to step in. He just shrugged.

“Mom’s worried,” he said quietly. “Maybe you should do it. It’ll put everyone at ease.”

In that moment, I understood exactly where I stood.

I got up from the table.

“Where are you going?” his mother asked sharply. “We’re not finished.”

“I am,” I said calmly. “It was nice meeting you, but this will be our last.”

I went to the hallway. Daniel followed.

“You’re overreacting,” he said. “Mom just wants what’s best for me.”

“No,” I replied, putting on my coat. “Your mother wants a servant, not a partner—and you’re fine with that. I’m not.”

I packed my things—there weren’t many—and went home, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief.

Later, he called and texted, saying I was dramatic and that “normal women” know how to adapt to a man’s family. I didn’t argue.

Byłam wdzięczna tylko za to, że to się stało teraz—przed ślubem, zanim lata mojego życia były związane z taką przyszłością.