my parents had been pushing me to go to dances to meet girls ever since maybe 7th grade. i never went and never went but when i hit senior year they hyped it somuch. it meant so much to them that i went to prom so i could make them happy
long story short but one of the worst nights of my life. my 300pound date cucked me and fucked two guys at the same time. in front of ppl at a party. i stayed out all night by myself (she took my limo) playing some GBA then came home super late past curfew but faked a believable story. my parents were mad and grounded me yet were also proud of me for going and having such a fun time (i made a lot of shit up)
my parents have my prom picture hung up somewhere because it is the only legit pic i have with a girl and my parents like to think their baby boy is a chad or at least was once a chad. i hate i have to lie to make them happy but in some weird way ihate myself for not being able to make them happy naturally with the truth and how i really am. feel like a failure tbh