Making the decision to kiss your single life goodbye and commit to one person for the rest of your life is pretty darn huge, to say the least. And while most of us go into marriage assuming there will be good times, bad times, and everything in between — generally we figure we’ll live happily ever after in one way or another.
But you know what puts a real damper on a seemingly good marriage? Shitty in-laws. Who have never done a damn thing for you and never will, and who have never bothered to do whatever it takes to make sure your relationship with them is healthy — even if deep down inside they absolutely can’t stand you. (People with half a conscience know how to fake it.)
And you know what the worst part of having horrible in-laws is? Odds are good you knew they were awful before you walked down the aisle and said, “I do.”
But when you’re in love (or think you’re in love) and in the midst of planning a wedding and entering the next major chapter of your life, you tend to let things like your future in-laws treating you like garbage fall to the wayside. You figure the relationship will get better as soon as you’re a part of their family.
That’s exactly what I thought would happen to me — but it didn’t. Actually, from the moment I had a wedding band on my finger, things got progressively worse and worse over the years. And now it’s to the point where sometimes I want to find a time machine and go back to my wedding day, kidnap myself, and ride off into the sunset alone to save me from a life of being related through marriage to people who obviously despise me and seem to go out of their way to remind me of that every chance they get.
That being said, I’d like to go ahead and issue a warning — no, make that an ORDER — to any future brides out there who are about to marry a man whose parents aren’t kind, loving, accepting, insert any other warm and fuzzy adjective here.
DON’T MARRY HIM. I repeat — DON’T MARRY HIM.
If you do, you’ll wind up regretting it someday. (Well, maybe not all of it if said marriage produces offspring — but most of it.)
I don’t care if you think he’s “the one.” I don’t care how far along you are in the wedding planning process or how much money you’ve already spent. And I don’t care if all your friends are getting married and you feel like you’re the only one left and can’t bear the thought of turning 30 and still being single.
DON’T MARRY HIM.
Trust me, several years later, when you’re at a point where your marriage is teetering on the brink of failure, partly due to the issues his family has caused — you’ll wish you listened to me instead of making what will inevitably turn out to be the most disappointing choice of your life.
I’m not trying to rain on your parade, make you miserable, or ruin your hopes and dreams with a few ranty paragraphs. I’m trying to SAVE you so you don’t wind up frustrated, sad, confused, and unsure what direction you want the course of your life to take — like me.