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My In-laws Dislike Me for What I Turned out.
I used to read minds before, but it was damn tiring, so I stopped it.
My family of origins is profoundly messed up. When I met my husband’s family, and we were only boyfriend-girlfriend back then, I envied him for his family I never had and always dreamed about. Now, not so much, and I’ll explain why.
From the moment I first met them to today, there are almost 18 years in between and during this time. I got to see the good, the bad and the messed up, when I no longer felt “special” about my roots, even though they would still be at the top for their shows at family gatherings (especially my mother).
But anyway, back to them.
They loved me for my shortcomings. Low self-confidence was pretty visible during my young adulthood, and they knew I suffered from not being able to fit in with my family. Of course, this may have given them a superior feeling, and I always looked highly at them. I refer here to my husband’s parents and younger brother.
My brother-in-law is a character. After almost two decades, I still didn’t manage to figure him out. He is that smart, sarcastic asshole who can easily intimidate you with straightforward questions you wouldn’t dare ask anyone. I like him and hate him simultaneously because he’s one of…
