I came out to a breakfast already made and on the table. I was very prone to a big breakfast, and this looked beyond delicious.
I was surprised as the night before we had argued over going to visit my parents on the weekend. Jane was adamant she didn’t want to go; she said my parents were stuffy and she never felt welcomed and would prefer to stay home.
She cited several times when we had visited, and she was ignored when conversation happened around the dining room table. When she did make a contribution, her ideas and opinions were dismissed as uninformed and or irrelevant.
It was true I had to admit that my parents were a stuck up couple. They were both educated, had worked in the university in research and held views on most topics that weren’t always the ones I agreed with.
In the end, we couldn’t reach a compromise, and she had gone off to bed in a huff telling me she needed to be alone. I had slept in the spare room wishing my parents were not as they are and at least would give her a chance and get to know the beautiful woman I had married.
She appeared next to me at the table and apologised for being so selfish in her opinions and that it wasn’t my fault my parents were as they were.
I said it was true that you could pick your friends and not your relatives and that I’d speak to my mum and dad before the weekend. It was about time they saw her as an asset to the family and me.
She put her arms around me, nuzzled into my neck and said she’d missed having me in bed and would I consider going there with her now?