
I am in awe. I just came from a long day with the guy and for some reason, I just met his family again – correction – I met his entire clan once more.
It’s funny how nerve-racking things like this could be. I had to be dressed well. I had to smell great… Forget the ciggies and the goth-looking fashion statement I had – I wore a pink cardigan to meet everyone.
It’s weird because his mom still chooses not to talk to me.
This strikes a lot of fear for me, primarily because if he is really to go through this with me, the whole “I want to marry you” thing, then it has to be for real. And his family is really important. I don’t want to be one of those people who can’t get along with her husband’s family. Nor do I want to go crazy and really push the envelope too much. I do hesitate too much when it comes to his mom. It is not natural at all when I’m with his mom. It scares the living daylights out of me.
But it’s something I have to go through.
It’s like jumping across hoops of fire. Get burned, get scorched, just get through. Hopefully there will be less hoops of fire along the way.
The Girl
