I’ve always thought it wonderful that when I married, I married into a family. Both my husbands’ families are now part of my extended family. When my son married eight years ago, my family grew again. In a couple of weeks, I’ll get to meet his mother-in-law and father-in-law, who live in India, in person for the first time. I can’t wait. We share a couple of adorable grandkids who stand at the ready to translate for us.
When people marry expecting they’ll divorce if it doesn’t work out, I always wonder how they can be so cavalier about the rest of their extended family. Some manage to stay connected to their new family after divorce, but not many. My life would seem so much smaller without my California-Florida-Pennsylvania-Ohio-Texas-Ontario-Saudi Arabia-India family arms. They are a wonderful part of being married.
Why Be Married? For the Family
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