Tonight I am going to J’s parent’s house for dinner. J is out of town. Soooo…in case you didn’t put two and two together…I will be spending significant time tonight with just his parents…just the three of us…whoa. I’m a little nervous. No idea what we’re going to talk about without J there.
It’s actually pretty sweet. I have to go over there to pick up J’s dog since he’s out of town. They were watching the pup while our out of town days overlapped. I really had very little doubt that they would offer to cook dinner for me. They’ve treated me so well since they met me about 8 months ago. They love me. No doubt in my mind. It’s cute how excited they are to cook me a meal that J would never eat…shrimp.
As I mentioned, I’m a little nervous. Plus, I would love to just go home and relax with a glass of wine and the Bachelorette tonight. I’ve been traveling with friends and family for the past 4 days. I could really use some alone time (with the extra snuggly puppy of course). I don’t really want to go to dinner with J’s parents tonight. But I will. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. Lord knows that J puts up with a lot when it comes to dealing with my family. He does it (without complaint) because he loves me. It’s just what you do.
In spite of not wanting to go tonight, I still feel so grateful for the relationship I have with J’s family. It’s not just his parents…it’s also his aunts, uncles, and cousins. They all try so hard to make me feel welcome and comfortable. I really do enjoy spending time with them.
I wouldn’t go as far as saying this is the first time I’ve ever loved a guy’s family like this. I spent significant time with my high school sweetheart’s family and eventually grew to love them (after a very rocky beginning). It was harder to break up with the family than the boy. Ever since then I’ve craved being a part of my guy’s family again. There’s just something so intimate about being close to the people who raised the man you love.
No doubt it’s so special to me because of my relationship with the Ex’s family. Or my nonexistent relationship with them. It always hurt so bad that I couldn’t be a part of his family. Their intolerance and lack of respect for the life their son wanted should have had me running for the hills very early on, but I was in love. The only thing missing from that love was being a part of his family. I just never had the whole package. I never had all of him. I thought I could live without that piece, but in the end it ruined our relationship.
So please excuse me if I gush a little over the fact that I get huge hugs every time I see J’s family, that his mom sends me e-cards every holiday, that his aunt has added me to her kind of annoying email forward list, that his parents email me occasionally to say hi, that his cousin wanted to interview me for a school project, that I’m invited to every single family holiday or event, that the intimate (immediate family only) gathering when his brother is in town this month includes me, and that they invite just me to dinner when J is out of town.
It all means so much to me. I could truly be a part of J’s family and not just his girlfriend or wife. I could be their daughter, sister, niece, or cousin…all while being in love with the man of my dreams. It really is everything I have ever hoped for.