From the very first day I married my husband, I knew his family didn’t really accept me. They never said it directly, but their actions spoke louder than words. When I visited, conversations would suddenly stop. They would exchange looks, whisper, or pretend to be overly busy. I tried to ignore it at first because I believed time would soften their hearts, but things only got worse.
Every decision my husband and I made was questioned. If I offered an idea, they dismissed it. If I bought something for the family, they mocked it. Even during family meetings, they would talk around me as if I wasn’t there.…CONTINUE READING
