The arrival of my in-laws
The day my in-laws were scheduled to come over had finally arrived. Don’t get me wrong, I had met his family before we got married, but we all know that meeting them before the wedding and meeting them again after the wedding are two very different things! I wasn’t sure what to expect, really, but I just kept hoping that it won’t be a nightmare.
As I was cleaning and putting things in their place, the bell rang, and I took a deep breath – it was time. I opened the door only to be greeted by a very tired mother-in-law, a texting sister-in-law, a hippie-looking brother-in-law, and a stern father-in-law.
Oh my god, I thought, but I reminded myself that they were just visiting, so I plastered a warm smile on my face and welcomed them in. Later on, I heard my MIL say, “Wow, how do you live in such a compact house, darling? You hardly have any space! I wanted to blah, blah, blah…” I just kept smiling and nodding, but in my heart, I just wanted to yell.
As if that wasn’t enough, my SIL and BIL quarreled about how tired they were, and my FIL, well, he just kept complaining about how his son, my husband, was careless. Things were definitely changing, and I wasn’t sure I liked the changes.
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