• Life, Love, Happiness, Forgiveness

    by  • September 7, 2010 • Acceptance, Family Stuff, Love - Pure and Simple, Parents, The In-Laws • 0 Comments

    To the parents of the man I love,

    I’m sorry. For anything and everything I have done or not done that has made you dislike me. I’m sorry that I fell in love with your son. No, I’m not sorry. I still love him. I didn’t sleep a wink last night when he told he needed time to think about us. I haven’t done anything but cry all day. And I know that has everything to do with the fact that you two don’t support him fully in his decision to date me. You don’t have to love that he dates me. You can tell him you don’t, give him your reasons, and then let him make his choice. After all, how would you feel if you were told who you could and couldn’t love. If there’s something about me you don’t like, tell me. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. If he and I think it needs changing, I’ll do my best to fix it. I want to have a stable relationship with the whole family. Not just him. He needs you to be supportive of the decisions he makes. Don’t begrudge him love because you don’t think I’m the one. Isn’t that between him and God? I’m sorry that I’m a baby and stingy with his time. I love him. He’s the man God gave me. He’s the man I want to be with forever. I want to clip his toenails when he gets too old to see and clean up the messes he makes around the house. I love him. That’s all I have to say.

    Your (I still hope) future daughter-in-law,
    A

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