Think I’m joking?
I was engaged to a ginger, before my better angel said she’d marry me.
Got a Dear John, yet, when I got out of the service, I still proposed with an engagement ring and we were engaged.
That didn’t work out.
My grandmother proceeded to scissors her out of every family photo she was in.
The rest of my family was in love with the ginger and they didn’t accept my soon-to-be forever after.
They would call her by the old girlfriend’s name. It was really whack-a-doodle.
I had to convince the one that she was marrying me, not my family.
Irish family dynamics...go figure.
Wow. Sounds a whole lot like crazy Italian family dynamics! I’m not Italian - married into the craziest bunch of psychos you could imagine! Lol so my heart goes out to you.