I’ve been with my husband for over 15 years and I can tell you, there were times where I’d have happily packed my bags and left as a result of my husbands’ family, if I didn’t value my marriage vows much as I do.
Prior to having kids, all was pretty much well.
My in-laws lived interstate, so we didn’t see each other often. When we did, it was just for special occasions and that was it.
They embraced me, and I them. I was happy we were from the same ethnic background and shared similar family values. We all had a really good foundation for a respectable relationship.
It was only when my husband and I had our first child that things began to change.
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When we moved into our new home, my in-laws brought a couple of mattresses on their first visit - and from then on they would turn up to our home whenever it suited them, sometimes staying for weeks at a time.
I didn’t mind that they were too enjoying their grandchild, but I slowly started to feel claustrophobic during their visits.