a girl or woman who has the same parents as another person.
a girl or woman who treats you in the kind way that a sister would.
a woman who shares an interest with you, especially that of improving women’s rights.
Anyway, I was really relaxing when my phone started to vibrate indicating that a call was coming through. A call from my brother’s girlfriend.
Being a first generation immigrant late night phone calls are never a good thing. Often it’s bad news that this person has died, this person is about to die etc. So you can probably understand my hesitation to take the call.
No lie, I am notorious for screening calls – so as my phone flashed hubby was screaming to me “Pick it up, pick it up!”. As I watched the phone call go to voice mail curiosity suddenly got the better of me. I wondered what it was that she was calling me for – especially at that time of night.
Not sure what was going on I texted her, “Sorry, I missed your call – are you guys ok?” She responded, “We are fine – can you talk?”. As I finished reading the sentence, I could see that she was now trying to face time me. I panicked but still managed to accept the face time request. Not sure what she was going to say, I took the call in the other room.
As soon as I answered I heard a loud scream. I am like ah, Hello? She was on the other end of the phone literally losing her shit. My heart at this point was pretty much beating out of my chest – I wondered – Is she high? Is she drunk? What the hell is going on? With the ear piercing screams in the background I managed to utter, ‘talk to me, what going on”. She proceeds to yell, I AM ENGAGED!
I just about dropped to the floor with excitement. My brother sure knows how to surprise all of us – and what a wonderful surprise too. Once I gained composure I asked to see the ring (which was gorgeous) and wanted to know every detail of how my brother proposed (all so romantic). He did us proudly and I couldn’t help but laugh at myself for being such a wuss to pick up the phone call in the first place.
With that call, we welcomed another daughter into the family. I was buzzing with the news. They had been dating for ages and it was now all going to be official. Plus I have always wanted a sister and our man or lady above blessed us once more.
Which lead me to think about how she must be feeling about joining our family. I have heard horrible stories from women who are married and their in-laws treat them badly. From verbal, emotional and sometimes physical abuse. Members of the family boldly stating the chosen bride were not good enough for their son. Some daughter in laws has even had relatives attempt to sabotage things, by being difficult and rude just to frustrate the bride and cause issues in the marriage. No one wants to be that person reporting to the husband that your family did this to me, your family did that to me – I can completely understand that. In researching this blog post I feel so privileged that women from different backgrounds were able to feel so comfortable with me to really keep it real. No sugar coating.
After hearing horror stories from married women and very few kumbaya moments – I can never really understand why people would go to such great lengths to inflict pain and hurt to another person. Whatever happened to, as you wish that others would do to you, do so to them?
Whilst the bride/wife may not say anything to the in-laws it could all lead to a disastrous outcome. One where the relatives are the ones that can really lose out. People forget about the fruit of the loins that are to come from their son’s union. Worst case scenario may mean that the children only-only see his side of the family a handful of times, if at all – because of the mistreatment of the mother. Mother bear protecting her cubs. These are things people need to think about because ideally, the child should have the pleasure of knowing and experiencing both sides of their parents family.
This is something I never want my new sister in law to experience. We welcome her with open arms. In fact,= the traditional wedding is due to take place later this year. I know they both visit this site on the regular and probably reading this and thinking why is she putting our business out there – but I am so happy for them that I wanted to share the story.
I wanted to end this post with these words that I find myself coming back to time and time again, “The difference between an ordinary marriage and an extraordinary marriage is in giving just a little ‘extra’ every day, as often as possible, for as long as you both shall live.” – Fawn Weaver.