So, Darling Husband and I were engaged a looooong time ago. We’ve been married for 17 years (last month), but we’ve been together as a couple for a total of 25 years. We dated for around 2 years before getting engaged, and then had a long engagement.
Everyone on my side was thrilled when we got engaged. And thrilled all over again once we *finally* set a wedding date. They all love my Darling Husband. In fact, I think they like him way more than they like me — lol!
My Mother-In-Law, though … totally different story. She hated me. When we were “just” engaged (before we actually set the wedding date), she used to tell my Darling Husband what a mistake it would be to marry me, that I would just drag him down and give him an unhappy life. She used to say how ugly/ridiculous our children would look. She used to try and fix him up with other girls she thought were better. She would always talk about how I’m so “low class” because I come from a family that is not as well-off as DH’s family. (His family is full of doctors, mine is full of mechanics — lol.) She told Darling Husband that he was breaking his father’s heart by marrying me, but, when Darling Husband asked his dad about it, his dad was totally fine with everything. She lied and snuck around and … yadda, yadda, yadda. Basically, if it can be done as a method of breaking two people up, she tried it.
So, fast forward through all of this … Darling Husband and I got married. We are still together. We have one child (who, by the way, is not funny looking or ugly — lol). And we have a good and happy marriage.
This past summer, we were all down in our home state to visit both of our families (1 week with mine and then a few days with his). Part of his family get-together was to meet his younger brother’s new girlfriend. Somehow, the topic of conversation came around to how long Darling Husband and I had been together. The new girlfriend asked about it, and we told her we had been together for around 25 years. At that point, my Mother-In-Law said, “Yeah, we’re never getting rid of you.” And my Darling Husband said, “Damn right!”
I laughed, but, deep down inside, I thought to myself: “Yes! Victory!”