I just finished meeting my in-laws for the first time via Skype. I was quite nervous: Sweat and overhydrate kind of nervous, which yes, was largely unnecessary but still happened.
I’ve known Alvin for 4 years, and other than writing his mother a letter a year into our relationship and sending her the odd postcard or whatever, she and I have not spoken. I feel like if one abides by standard Conventional relationship logic, that’s a long time for things to go without meeting parents.
We are however, unconventional,and I love us for that.
In December, Alvin and I are going to Malaysia to get married in the church and officially meet the parents. By “the church”, I mean the Catholic Church . I’m not Catholic: I’m a vaguely Pagan agnostic jew who is low-key tolerant of religion as long as it’s not oppressing anyone. (it’s usually oppressing someone) Alvin is his own thing,but was raised Catholic. I’m perfectly willing to do this because I believe people need those little rituals to tie us together in a world that tries to tear us down. If this is how his folks want to watch their one son get married, then that’s what we’ll do.
Now, The petite Panther of a cat that we live with has beautifully and elegantly draped himself across me, as if settling for me somewhat begrudgingly. It’s nice to have a soft Kitty tummy to rub as I watch Grace and Franky and miss the boy in Malaysia tonight, while burning as much incense as I want.
Goodnight, lovelies.. And goodnight to you, loveliest: every single day I get to hear that voice of yours, (like chocolate covered coffee beans) I know I am somehow blessed by gods I still may not believe in.