Anti-Love Story Part 2

I think its pretty funny when people ask me why I moved back to Utah.  Honestly its because I hate the cold.  And then your like "Wait....Utah is cold too".  Well buddy, when you experience -40 degree weather with 15 mph windchill....tell me that Utah is cold then.  But that was only part of the reason why we moved back to Utah. Mostly it was because I already had enough credits to graduate early and we really had no where else to go.  And moving into his mother's house was really our only option.

Our relationship was pretty good up until this point.  I mean, yeah he played games until the wee hours of the night but I didn't mind since it was after he came home from work.  And I was so busy with all my extra school activities (overachiever I know) to really care.  But then the moment we moved in with his family he like reverted back to his 13 year old self where he could do no wrong and always get his way.  Mamma's Boy was such an understatement! 

And then there's that whole racist crap.  Oh yeah...did I forget to mention that his dad side of the family immigrated from East Germany??  And I'm not saying that everyone from Germany is a raciest, I'm just saying that on Christmas Eve, if your family is doing Hitler impressions while there are brown people in the room is HIGHLY insensitive.  I kept thinking to myself, "But I'm Asian!!! We were technically on your side....yeah it was a different kind of Asian but we can pretend!" That had to be one of the more awkward even in my life.  

Anyways!  Looking back on it now there were so many events that his family commented something about me, or implied, and whatnot.  And not once did he ever defend me.  It think that was one of the most annoying thing!  Its like, dude some of my family didn't like you.  But every single time I defended you.  Basically make you look better and forced my family to give you the benefit of doubt.  But he never did. So I had to basically take all the social awkwardness that was dished out to me. 

One of my favorites is during our first Christmas (something strange always happens on Christmas) his Grandparents APPARENTLY didn't know my name so all of my gifts weren't labeled.  All the tags were blank.  Another instance was when I was at the Home Depot with his mother and my Son and we ran into her friend from where ever.  Well, this is how I was introduced. " Oh and this is my grandson's mother.  You know, Chris' Girlfriend."  Its like taking a cigarette to the eye.  I was so insulted you wouldn't even believe.  Especially since my parents always considered us to already be a married couple.  Even when I had an engagement ring on my finger I was never call Chris' fiancee, I was just "Little Chris' Mom".  Lovely right?

I mean, I understand that we you first join a family it can be hard.  Especially if it is because of a child out of wedlock.  But really people, its the 21st century! Get with it! Marriage is overrated and honestly its just a piece of paper that allows women to change their last name to something else for free.  But I should have taken the hints from his family that no matter what I do and what I say I am never going to fit in their perception of what they think is the perfect family.  It can be hurtful to no be accepted, but then do I really want to part of a family full of Nazi sympathizers??