When I butted heads with my in-laws, I had a secret weapon. Well, more like a secret label, really. I was able to avoid taking their criticism personally by calling it “a cultural difference.”
Doubling the number of bridesmaids to 8 due to Chinese superstitions about the Voldemort of numbers? It’s a pain in the ass, but fine, I’ll respect your superstition.
Ignoring the fact that I hate seafood and making sure every dish at the Chinese Wedding Banquet was marine? Well, each dish had some cultural significance and my in-laws paid for it. I fed my portions to my new husband and said nothing. Continue reading Son-in-Law vs. Daughter-in-Law (#110)
Back to paradise with the in-laws! And oxymorons!
Hope everyone enjoyed the winter holiday blogging break from my in-law issues. Break is over! We now return to Hawaii, almost 2 months after I married Andy.
When last I left you, Andy’s parents, both born in China, insisted on the
Daughter-in Law Tea Ceremony, thereby showing me I ranked somewhere around servant status.
Next up was the Chinese wedding banquet, filled with my . We triumphed only because Andy can eat ALL the food. most least favorite foods
Andy’s mother tried to re-establish control over Andy with a curfew. Andy refused to be curfed.
You’d think that would be more than enough familial stress.
Continue reading A Talk with Jay (#108)
How late was your curfew?
When Andy stayed with my family the Christmas before we got married, he was shocked by how late my Baby Sister came home. She was my last sibling in high school. Her boyfriend dropped her off about 1:31 AM. We, of course, were still awake, thanks to the three-hour time difference between LA and New Hampshire. Andy strained chicken stock while I frosted cream cheese sugar cookies. Baby Sister told us good-night and helped herself to a cookie on the way upstairs.
After she went up to bed, Andy said, “Isn’t it kind of late?”
Continue reading Curfew (#102)