So I met my future husband for the first time in September and the in-laws did not seem like they were big fans of mine. Maybe I was wrong but after the good-byes at the airport when I headed home to Massachusetts I was not really feeling the love from my future in-laws.
When I talked to my fiancee about the incident at the airport he thought that his parents were just being protective, but he still had the image of how I was going to be best of friends with his family. He still pictured his sister (who is my age) and I becoming best of friends, he imagined that the relationship with his family was going to be an amazing and wonderful one. I am not sure if there was something in his water, if he got dropped on his head a few times or if he was just a giant delusional optimist.
No matter what his reasoning was he was convinced that when I moved down to Texas after Thanksgiving that it was going to be the most wonderful start of a beautiful relationship.
When Christmas came, it was our first Christmas together I did not know what to expect. I was not expecting a Hallmark Christmas but I definitely did not expect one from the Nightmare on Elm Street series either.
In my future husband’s family they exchange gifts on Christmas Eve so when my turn came to pass out my gifts I handed my future Mother In Law her gift and it was a collage picture frame. She said “I know what we can put in here, pictures of Chris and Leslie’s kids here”. Well in case you missed the by line my first name is Tammy not Leslie. Leslie was my husband to be first wives name and they have no children. Throughout the rest of the evening she called my Leslie no less than 5 times.
We spent the night at their house and I spent the night in the bathroom crying, if I had known where I was and how to get back to our apartment I would have left.