I was completely healthy.
There was no medical reason for an odor.
The news brought relief, but it also created a more disturbing question.
If there was nothing physically wrong with me, why had Jacob insisted there was?
Was it a problem with his perception?
Or was there something more deliberate behind his behavior?
Dr. Lewis’s office became the place where I first seriously considered that the issue might never have been mine.
That realization shifted something inside me.
For the first time, I began moving away from self-blame and toward suspicion.
Not long after that appointment, Jacob suggested that I meet his parents.
“We should have dinner with my parents,” Jacob said one evening.
He sounded casual, but I could hear anticipation in his voice.
Normally, meeting a partner’s family would have been exciting, even if slightly intimidating. But after everything that had happened, the invitation filled me with anxiety.
Jacob seemed unaware of how deeply his comments had affected me.
He spoke about the dinner as though it were a positive step forward.
“They’re really looking forward to meeting you,” he assured me.
His reassurance did little to calm me.
I kept wondering what he had already told them about me.
The dinner took place at Jacob’s childhood home.
He had always described it fondly, and when we arrived, I could see why. The house was warm, traditional, and filled with signs of long family history.
As we approached the front door, Jacob changed.
His usual confidence faded, replaced by the nervous eagerness of a son trying to please his parents.
His mother, Nancy, greeted us politely.
