He went with to meet the extended family. But it wasn’t exactly the victory I wanted. It went like this.
Me: To be frank, you meeting the family is a big deal…to them. I don’t want to be the one to make that decision for you.
Him: …It’s not that I don’t want to meet them. I don’t think any guy would be enthusiastic to meet the extended folks. I always thought I’d meet them eventually. It’s not like we planned this for a while; your mom just sprang it on us. AND, it’s your family.
So, this morning proceeded as normal. He woke up for His morning bike ride. I worked out and got ready to see my family. Then I waited for Him to come home and join me. We had a pleasant lunch and He wasn’t a bitch about it.
Maybe, for a guy, meeting the family isn’t as significant as we ladies consider it.
He’s not close to His family in anyway. He has no aunts, uncles, cousins, or grandparents to His knowledge.
Could you ask your guys about it to get a consensus?
Anyway, as secret punishment all day I kept mentioning our eventual marriage. Maybe the pressure one way or another will get Him to address the situation.
This weekend my mom is organizing a semi-family reunion gathering in honor of my grandmother and Mother’s Day. She invited Him, of course. Now the dilemma…
Is He ready to meet the extended family?
I asked Him if He wanted to go and if He was ready for that step. He said He’d go if I wanted Him there.
I hate that kind of answer.
It puts all the responsibility on me on the direction of the relationship. The major thing for me is, if He meets the big family it means we are getting married. If He isn’t sure He wants to marry me, then please don’t go.