I knew since the day that I married D that it would be quite a task to convince my parents to accept our relationship. But my imagination underestimated the level of drama that this has entailed!

I haven’t left home (soon to be called, my mother’s house) yet. Last time I wrote, I was gearing up to pack my life of 24 years into many, many cardboard boxes and suitcases. The night before I was supposed to take my butt and my belongings to start my new life with my husband in Atlanta, I tried to reach out to my mother, one last time. My mother and I have never had a particularly great relationship, so it wasn’t easy to talk to her about one of the hardest phases of my life. She’s always been hard on me and her criticisms have always stung harder than she intended.

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