FIL Gave Me a Pack of Gum – When I Saw What He Scribbled Inside, I Gasped
A young couple using a laptop | Source: Pexels“You’re part of this family now, Marissa,” he would say whenever they invited me on family outings.Once, at a picnic, Eric had gotten moody and refused to interact with anyone else. The family did test his patience with their constant whining — even Nick.
A picnic setup | Source: Pexels
A close-up of a woman’s freckles | Source: Pexels“What did they expect, Marissa?” Eric asked me as he shuffled a deck of cards for us to play with.The rest of the afternoon went just like that — Nick and Nancy sitting on their phones, scrolling through social media and chasing away bees. Miranda, their mom, read the latest fashion magazine, and Eric and I entertained ourselves.
A person shuffling cards | Source: PexelsBut that was our relationship, and I trusted him.So, when he gave me the cryptic note wrapped into a pack of gum, I knew that he was being serious.
A pack of chewing gum | Source: UnsplashMy father-in-law was a mechanic by trade, his hands constantly stained with grease and oils, but there was a gentleness to him that often went unnoticed.That Sunday evening, just before the incident occurred, everything was fine. Nick and I had spent the day with his parents, and we ended it with a long, laughter-filled family dinner at their house, the kind that left you warm and content as you prepared to head home.
A family having dinner together | Source: PexelsSince I had gotten married to Nick, I didn’t get to see my family as much because we lived a few hours away. So whenever I craved family time, Nick knew that we needed to be around his.“Are you sure you’re okay with spending the day here?” Nick asked me as I took over his mother’s kitchen ready to bake our dessert — a pecan pie.
A close-up of a pecan pie | Source: Pexels“Yes,” I replied. “It’s what I need today.”My husband left me to my own devices, while his mother began to stuff a chicken across from me.While I worked, I could hear Nick talk to my father-in-law about taking his car in for an oil check the next morning.
A roast chicken | Source: Unsplash“Sure!” Eric boomed over the TV where live football commentary blasted through the speakers. “Drop off your car in the morning, and I’ll slot it into my day.”
As the day progressed and we ended up watching a movie together before dinner, I didn’t think anything of Nick’s request to his father. Eric was always checking out our cars, and he did our routine maintenance, too.
A person holding a remote control | Source: PexelsBut what I didn’t know was the hidden drama that was going to be revealed the next day.
The following morning, I was up and making our breakfast while packing lunches. Nick was always in charge of our dinner at the end of the day, leaving the morning rush to me.
A woman with her hands in a plastic bag | Source: Pexels“I’ll drop my car off at Dad’s garage and get a lift to work, Marissa,” he said, buttering his toast. “But I need you to fetch me after work so that we can pick up my car before coming home. Dad said that he’ll have it ready by then.”
Buttered toast, coffee and cereal | Source: PexelsI agreed and told Nick that I would be waiting outside his office at the end of the day. Then, like our daily routine, I did the dishes and was on my way to work.The day passed slowly and I didn’t think anything of what was to come. In fact, I was looking forward to seeing Eric — through the years, he had carved a special spot for himself in my heart.
A person washing dishes | Source: PexelsThe end of the day approached and I still had an hour to kill before going to fetch my husband. So, I went to get a coffee.As I stood in line to get a box of donuts for my father-in-law, Nick called.“I’m ready, you can come and get me,” he said simply.
A woman holding a box of donuts | Source: PexelsAt the garage, my father-in-law shook off his overalls to give me a hug before putting them back on.
Eric told Nick about what he had done on the car and so on. While they were talking, I went to the back room where Eric had his little kitchenette and I made him a cup of tea to go with the donuts.
A wall of tools in a garage | Source: PexelsWe sat with him for a few minutes before Nick was ready to head home.
“It’s getting late, Dad,” Nick said, taking the keys from Eric. “Thank you for sorting it out!”But then something strange happened.As I was putting my coat on, my father-in-law pulled me aside. He held out an already opened pack of gum, the silver wrappers glinting under the dim garage light.
A smiling older man looking at a card | Source: Pexels“Here,” he said, his voice lower than usual. “Take this, darling.”I remember being puzzled as I accepted the gum. It was an odd gift, especially from him. A few pieces were missing, suggesting that he had been carrying it around with him.The moment felt strangely significant, but I couldn’t pinpoint why.
I put it into my coat pocket and smiled at him.
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“I’ll see you at home,” Nick said as he drove off in his car.Following my husband home, I wondered what Eric was thinking, giving me the pack of gum — did I have coffee breath? But he would have told me that, and he would have laughed it off with me.This was different. I knew my father-in-law; there was more to this.
Stopping at a traffic light, I pulled the pack out and found a handwritten note stuffed inside.
A red traffic light | Source: PexelsCheck his trunk.
My heart pounded. My father-in-law was not a man known for jokes or dramatics. If he had written this, then it had to be important.At home, Nick kicked off his shoes while yanking his tie over his head.
Men’s shoes on floor | Source: Pexels
“What do you want for dinner?” he asked me. “Does pasta sound okay?”I nodded.“That sounds great!” I said, grabbing the vacuum cleaner.
“What are you doing?” he asked, watching me.
A woman holding a vacuum cleaner | Source: Pexels“I dropped some trail mix in my car this morning,” I lied. “I’m just going to clean it up before I shower.”
Nick nodded and went into the kitchen without another word.I grabbed both our keys and dragged the vacuum cleaner out with me. The trunk popped open with a soft click, revealing its hidden contents.
A car in a garage | Source: Unsplash
There, among the usual things found in a trunk — jumper cables, a spare tire, scattered tools, and Nick’s gym bag — was a child’s car seat.It was tossed carelessly to one side, surrounded by a scattering of toys. There was a small, plush bear, a couple of plastic cars and trucks, and what looked like a worn-out picture book.My mind reeled.
A car seat | Source: PexelsWe didn’t have children. Nancy didn’t have children. There was absolutely no need for Nick to have any of these items.My throat tightened as the implications of the scene before me began to sink in.Nick was chopping vegetables when I walked in. He was humming to himself as he moved around the kitchen, checking the boiling water while still holding onto the knife.
A man chopping vegetables | Source: Pexels“All cleaned up?” he asked. “If not, it’s okay, I can take the car to the car wash tomorrow.”
“Why is there a car seat in your trunk?” I asked him.Nick turned around slowly to face me. First his expression was blank, and then slowly, shock appeared across his face.“I can explain,” he mumbled.
“Explain what?” I demanded. “Who have you been seeing?”
A close-up of a woman’s face | Source: PexelsI watched my husband struggle with his words for a moment. He didn’t know what to do or how to react.
Eventually, he just confessed.“I’ve been seeing a co-worker, Pamela,” he said. “She has a son, Leo. She’s a single mother and Leo’s come out with us a few times.”“Now what?” I asked him.
A woman carrying her son while using a laptop | Source: PexelsI was floored. For once, I had nothing to say. There wasn’t anything I could say. I didn’t think that words could do justice to how I felt.“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, mixing the vegetables into the pasta sauce.“You’ve been having an affair, Nick. You’ve been seeing another woman and her child. And you just confessed to it. Your father was the one who told me to check your trunk.”Nick’s reaction was swift. At the mention of his father, he turned around to face me, knocking a plate off the counter.
A shocked man knocking a plate off the counter | Source: Midjourney
“What?” he gasped.“Yes,” I said, confirming that he had disappointed his father.“I don’t know what to say,” he said. “But I need to speak to my father.”
I’m still at a loss for words, but it feels like a separation is the only answer. I’m also hurt that Nick’s first reaction is to talk to Eric, and not me.
A crying woman | Source: PexelsWhat would you do?
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