When I first met his family, I felt like a stranger.
I look at a photo of us together from ten years ago. I'm standing next to him, smiling, with a bouquet in my hands, and he puts his arm around me, looking at me with pride. That day, he swore love, loyalty, and support to me. I trusted him completely. I thought that together we would survive everything, that love was stronger than anything else. But today those words sound like an echo of something that never came true.
When I first met his family, I felt like a stranger. Zbyszek's mother looked down on me, as if she had already judged me as someone who didn't fit into their lives. His sister, Dominika, almost demonstratively ignored every word I said. But Zbyszek assured me that it was only a matter of time.
„Give them a chance. They're not used to new people, but they'll accept you in time. I love you, and that's the most important thing” – he said, holding my hand.
I believed him. I believed that love would conquer all.
Years passed, and nothing changed. His family never accepted me. My mother did not hide her disappointment. I often heard sarcastic remarks addressed to me:
– „Zbyszek, you could have found someone better. Someone who knows our traditions, who will not destroy our family.”
I did not respond. I tried to stay calm, believing that these were just words, that their reluctance would weaken with time. But it didn't abate. Every holiday was a nightmare, every meeting was full of tension. I felt like an intruder in their lives, and Zbyszek, although he loved me, never stood up for me.
– „I don't want to make an issue out of it. It's my family, we have to live with it somehow– he said.
But I was the one living in the shadow of their reluctance. I was the one who had to endure their coldness, their exclusion. And I still had hope that someday something would change.
Yesterday something happened that took that hope away from me. Zbyszek's mother was having her 70th birthday party. Zbyszek returned home, dressed elegantly, ready to go out.
– „Zbyszek, I'll be ready in a moment– I said, reaching for my coat.
He looked at me with embarrassment.
– „Honey… maybe it's better if you don't go today. You know how it is. Mom isn't feeling well, and your presence could upset her.”
I froze. The words were like a blow. Ten years of marriage, ten years of sacrifice, and I was still & bdquo; the problem”.
– & bdquo;Zbyszek, how can you say that? I gave up everything for you. I gave up my own life, my dreams, to support you, and now you say I'm unwanted?”
& bdquo;It's not like that, honey. You know I love you. But my family… it's complicated. Please understand me.”
Understand? What else was I supposed to understand? That I would never be as important to him as they were? That I would always stand on the sidelines of his life?
Today I sit in our empty house, staring at the photo from our wedding. I wonder what went wrong. Is it my fault that I could never gain their acceptance? Or did I misplace my feelings, believing that love would be enough to build a life together?
Zbyszek came back late at night. We didn't talk. I lay on the bed, pretending to sleep. He fell asleep next to me, as if everything was fine. But I know that nothing is the same anymore.
I love him, but I don't know if love is enough when my heart breaks under the weight of rejection. And I don't know if I can continue living in the shadow of my family, who will always be more important than me.
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