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Not yet in-laws

I know that I am not the only woman in the world who has a problem with in-laws. Although, I don’t exactly have in-laws yet. I have been dating the same man for 2 and a half years now, so you can imagine that I’ve had to deal with his parents more often than not.

WL’s parents are some of the most possessive, over-protective, annoying people I have ever met in my life. WL is 22 and does not have control of his savings account, is told not to do things by his mother because it’s “too dangerous”, and is told to go to bed at certain times.

For right now he’s at home. It’s summer and we’re still in school so it only makes sense to stay home. Of course when one is in their parents home there are rules. But after the age of 18 one is to be treated as an adult, because technically that is what one is.

But no. With WL’s family, this is not the case. If he doesn’t call home every night his mother gets mad. For the last semester he was going to school no more than 20 minutes from home. Does anyone see something wrong with this? Maybe it’s only me because I’ve seen how they are.

I went to visit WL recently and he wanted to pick me up by himself. This is not an odd request. Let me remind you he’s 22. His parents argued with him because according to his father, where WL was picking me up from is one of the most dangerous places he’s been to. Let me assure you, it no different than going to any other highly populated area. This argument was brought up in conversation for the next 3 days. They couldn’t drop it. I believe the argument happened simply because they don’t want us being alone. If you knew them you’d probably agree.

See, ever since WL and I are started dating I have let him know that how his parents treat him is wrong. Not wrong in the sense that they love him and want what’s best for him, but wrong that they control him and treat him like he’s 10. WL has slowly realized how over-baring his parents are, and he has chosen to do things he wants to do, say what he thinks, etc. Don’t you know that it back-fired? Of course it ends up being my fault that he’s changed (which some of it was me), but the majority of it was WL growing up and seeing that he’s capable of doing things on his own.

As someone who grew up with parents that wanted me to do what I wanted to do, to be independent and learn to do what I thought was right for me, I have never been able to understand WL’s parents. His father is someone who seems to be attempting to live through his son, and his mother is attempting to keep him a baby, since his older sister never allowed his mother to baby her. The things I’ve heard them call him, the stories he’s told me. Someone of it is just unbelievable.

WL’s parents have caused more problems in our relationship than anything. We have argued, almost broken up, and cried more times than I can count, all because of his parents. This scares me because we do plan to get married. If we already have all of these problems, what will it be like when we’re married?

Both my grandmother and mother’s husbands had parents just like WL’s. It seems to be a curse. Their in-laws never went away. I don’t exactly know what to do. WL doesn’t want to live near his parents when we finally move out of our parent’s homes. But there’s always phone’s and email for them to find a way to keep him within their reach.

I apologize to any mother’s that read this. I know that your children will always be your children. You will love them forever and always look out for their well-being. However, there is a point in time when you need to let them grow up. No, I’m not a mother yet, so I don’t quite understand, but when my mother says that there’s something wrong with how WL’s parents treat him, there’s something wrong. Both my parents and grandmother know how WL’s parents are toward him, and they would like to adopt him simply to get him out of their home. Sounds like there’s something wrong doesn’t it?

Marriage doesn’t sound so appealing when in-laws are involved.

When to put an animal down, that is the question.

Ending an animals life is a hard task. Most people continue to keep a pet alive out of love, because they can’t part with someone who has been so faithful to them. Dogs in particular are the hardest to let go of; they are mans best friend.

But what do you do when an animal is in good shape mentally, but failing physically? Is it fair to end a pets life when they can still think, eat, recognize, hear, and see?

I can’t decide what the right choice is. A pet who suffers physically is hard to watch. Larger dogs have problems with their hips and tend to fall often; they can barely walk. So what do you do when this affects their ability to go outside to use the bathroom, walk to their bowl to eat, and move in general?

My grandmother has a german Shepard with these problems. My grandmother is 73 going on 74 with breathing and moving problems of her own. Her dog, “boo”, is going on 10 years old. Not only does she have him, but a younger german Shepard, penny. Both of these gorgeous dogs were strays that my family saved. So when she looks at her dogs she sees these dogs who were in pain before, and now one is suffering again.

I wish there was a right or wrong answer, but I guess it depends on the situation at hand. I saw what it was like when my mom had to put her baby, her 16 year old pekinese, Gizmo, down due to kidney failure. It’s a hard decision, but I guess it ultimately comes down to what will suit the animal better.

Has anyone really thought about this quote? It’s everywhere, on picture frames, in movies, on commercials, etc. But where is home for someone who’s heart is in many different places? My heart is in Pennsylvania with my boyfriend, in Maryland with my best friend, in North Carolina with my family, in Missouri with my brother, and with all the animals I’ve ever had, both dead and alive.

So where is my home? Of course I can’t be everywhere at once, so I think what this quote should really mean is that everyone is home in your heart. I will always have room for the one’s I love, no matter where I am, therefore I have no one specific home, but many, and I adore every one of them.

Hello world!

So, this is blogging? I seem to remember something similar, something I used in high school, which wasn’t too long ago at all. I stopped “blogging” after awhile, and when I realized I still had the account and looked back on what I wrote I couldn’t believe how pointless what I said was.

At the time that I was writing those entries I was obsessed with my personal life, selfish, and absorbed in a world where I cared about what everyone thought of me. Today I’m a senior in college, majoring in English, and hoping to enter the world of Journalism. I have a wonderful boyfriend who I love and plan to marry. And I know who I am.

I’m happy. How many people can say that and truly mean it?
Not many.

So hello world, it’s nice to meet you :)

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