The Unspoken Rules: When Your Relationship's Foundation is Invisible
We were picking at cold fries under a flickering neon sign. I’d just told a joke that landed with a dull thud. Ben, who was Black, just stared at his plate, his jaw tight. I felt my face flush, convinced I’d said something unforgivably white and clueless. The silence stretched. Then, Ben let out a short, sharp laugh. 'Wow,' he said. 'That was aggressively bad. My grandfather would’ve loved it.'