Meeting the Family -- Part Two

It recently came to my attention that Blogger ate half of the post I made about meeting Wes' family a couple of weeks ago, so I'm going to try and fix that here by retelling the tale that Blogger took.

Meeting the Family

It's always really hard to meet your significant other's family for the first time. It usually feels almost like a test, to see if you're worthy of being with whomever it is that you're with. Having to meet them when you're from another country and haven't even really talked to them before is even harder. You're out of your element in so many ways and nervous as hell. Well, I was, anyway.

Meeting the friends is the same thing, if you come from different circles. If they don't like you, all kinds of friction is imminent.

I met Wes' friends (Pete one day, Mike, Jon and Nick another) within a week of my arrival. I also met his dad as soon as we stepped out of the airport. Wes' sister, mother and grandmother, however, were still in the wings.

In all three instances where I met with Wes' nearest and dearest, I was pretty relaxed. Coming face to face with his sister's family, in their own house no less, was a bit more nerve wracking. First of all, it was slightly more formal than a quick yum cha lunch or a concert meet-up. Though, to be honest, I'm not sure exactly why.

I simply felt that if she and her husband didn't like me, I was in huge trouble. I guess it's because Wes is really close to his sister; their opinions matter.

Fortunately for me, things went really well!