When I met my husband he kept telling me that he just knew that I was going to be great friends with his sister and that his family was just going to love me. He could just imagine all the times that his mom, sister and I would go shopping or out to lunch. Love must have made me gullible because reality is nowhere near what he thought it would be.
My husband and I met in a rather unusual manner; I was working in Massachusetts for a company that represented the company in Texas that he worked for. We started talking at work, then on our own time and eventually he invited me down to meet him. I did come to Texas in September 1998 and we really hit it off. The day I went back to Massachusetts was very hard for us, we hated saying good bye. When I was leaving his parents offered to drive me to the airport while he went to work. I should have realized that day how the future relationship with the in-laws would go.
See my husband had been married before and when I was in the airport waiting for my flight his mother told me that he would go back with his ex-wife if only she asked. Then she handed me a parting gift, and said you probably never had one before. My mind started wondering what was inside the package that she just handed me, was it something Texan. Nope it was a Bible!!!
I mean I was raised in an Irish Catholic home and believe it or not we used Bible’s too. The Catholic Bible is the same as the Pentecostal Bible. I should have known that life in this family was not going to be easy. I do not really understand it. I mean my other boyfriends parents loved me so why is this one so different?