After the nail-biting event which was meeting Mel’s parents for the first time or having my parents meet Mel, it dawned to me that having both our parents meet each other would be an event that would be just as critical. Fortunately for me, that realisation occurred AFTER both our parents met each other for the first time.
For that, I am glad both our parents do sort of get along. We all hear stories about in-laws from hell, especially the ones where in-laws don’t get along with each other. But given the kind of parents both Mel and me have, I doubt that event is ever possible. My parents are too vocal about everything else they think about, and her parents are too quiet about everything else they listen to. In a way, it’s a perfect match. It’s not too unlike the relationship between Mel and me. We just happen to swap our turns for being noisy and quiet.
But I guess in every well-adjusted relationship that thrives on similar levels of dysfunction and insanity, there is a core of similarities that transcend just both people. What raised us to be the people we are can indirectly become a bond between one another that we could never see. It’s always best to capitalise on that idea in the hopes that both parents don’t turn on one another like rabid dogs.
It’s strange. That working so hard to build a life, home and family would result in the slow but progressively growing chance of all that I wished for. It’s kinda surreal to know maybe in a few years, I would have a family and a home to call my own. Makes me wish that I could slow time down a little bit, just to enjoy moments like this where things start to make sense just for a while.
But we enjoy what we should have and for now, it’s the fact that our families get along just fine, and that’s a lot to say for an Asian relationship. Especially one of mixed racial and cultural backgrounds.
Take my word for it. You can’t get any more happier than this.