His Family Is My Family

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A relative from my husband’s side of the family recently posted a funny but somewhat inappropriate meme. In my view, it was harmless fun. It wasn’t directed toward anyone, and while I’m sure many people ignored it and kept scrolling, one person saw it and took offense. Facebook drama ensued.

Well, at least that’s not my problem, I thought. It’s his family, not mine.

That’s what I initially told myself.

My husband and I have been married just shy of ten years, and together for twelve. And after thinking about it for a few days, I caught myself: how dare I say his family? I’ve always said “his family” or “my in-laws” or some variation that manages to create separation between me and them. But is that how things should be?

I’ll be honest, I haven’t always had the greatest relationships with my in-laws. For a while I even disliked my father-in-law a lot. We had a lot of disagreements. I remember a few years ago while in a public restaurant we got into a disagreement that led to me yelling an expletive at him. It was embarrassing to me and hurtful to him. But I had allowed myself to feel like he was the enemy. In the process, I put my husband in a place where I made him choose between me and his family. That was wrong. He should have never been put in that box.

After this little Facebook dispute I realized that they are not so much his family as they are our family. When I married my husband, I made a commitment to him. In a sense, I also made those same commitments to his family. Through sickness and health, for richer or poorer, better or worse, ‘til death do us part. That wasn’t just a thing between me and him, but also between his family and my family. We were no longer separate families. I married him—and therefore married into his family.

I’ve spent the last ten years assuming that it was “his family” or “my in-laws.” That was wrong: the people that created my husband and raised him are most certainly not only my husband’s family, but my family as well.

How could I not see this all these years?

They’ve treated me like family. We’ve had our share of problems, and they have come to our rescue more than once. My children love them; that’s their grandparents! They never treated me like an outcast, but welcomed me into their home with their granddaughter. They never just called me “Tom’s wife” or “his baby momma,” but “Whitney, our daughter-in-law,” or “our daughter.”

As I reflect upon this discovery, I couldn’t be happier. These people are family by choice. I didn’t get stuck with them; I chose the son whom they raised. And I choose them. They are my family even after death. We may be family through marriage, but their grandchildren—my children—are the blood link that makes it solid. No matter what happens these people will be my family.

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Whitney

My name is Whitney and I have four crazy children. I love to read, play games, and watch movies. I joined I Believe in Love because everyone has a story that deserves to be shared and loved!
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3 Comments

  • I think your right. But yes open communication please!!! Guys have a hard time doing this too but I’m sure over the years it can be worked on. Thanks Whitney!

  • Thank you Whitney! I’m struggling or struggled with the same thing with my fiancé. We broke up our engagement/relationship because of his family’s financial issues which I did not want in our marriage. I tried to make him see that there are deep rooted problems in his family and that he can still love his family while at the same time not agreeing what they do. He unfortunately didn’t see it. We both really like each other and might want to work things out in the future, but I’m very afraid like what you said, that I won’t be able to love his parents as much as I probably should. I’m struggling with: should I put up with them and marry the man I love or move on??? Any replies or advice is greatly appreciated!

    • It has taken me almost 12 years to love his parents as my own.
      Love is strong. I think you should give him a chance. Open communication is key. Any relationship require both parties to give it 100%. You will always question the “what ifs” if you don’t give it a try. I hope with either choice you make that it works in your favor!

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