Family matters
April 2nd, 2000 by Liss
Since J and I were in New York last weekend, we met up with his family (Mom, Dad and sister D) this afternoon for a Dim Sum birthday brunch to celebrate D’s birthday (which was on the 24th). Happy Birthday, sis!
I feel pretty damned lucky to have gotten together with someone like J. He’s close to his family - probably even closer than I am to mine, if that’s possible - and they’re really great people. No in-law problems for us, on either side…unless we were ever to split. My mom told me before we were even engaged that if we ever broke up, she was going to keep him - maybe instead of me, I’m not too sure!
I can’t imagine what it would be like to marry into a family that I couldn’t at least get along with pretty well. And I honestly don’t think I would be very comfortable marrying someone who didn’t have at least a fairly decent relationship with his family. Family is just too important to me - some really *bad* skeleton would have to be in the closet for me to understand just not caring about your family. Those skeletons definitely exist (I do subscribe to cable, after all), some more obvious than others, but I think I’d expect to hear a pretty cogent explanation of them before I’d be able to accept shutting out the family.
Tangents aside, it was a typical Sunday. Most of the afternoon in the bookstore after brunch, trying to talk my budget into allowing me more books than I have any real need for. I’m on a huge nesting kick lately for whatever reason - rearranging rooms, planning gardens, wishing we could build a house - and there’s a book (or ten) for every tangent my mind takes. I managed to come home with only one big book, on discount no less, so I’m pretty darned pleased with myself.