By the time I married Ethan, I already knew his parents would never truly accept me.

I pulled back. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, I just mean marriage is difficult,” she replied smoothly. “Especially when two people come from very different worlds.”

“We’re not that different,” I said.

“Of course not,” she smiled, squeezing my hand. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy.”

I told Ethan about it that night. He held me close and kissed my forehead.