My wife was raised in a very conservative, bigoted family. It’s a miracle she’s not a mindless hate machine like her parents and siblings. When I met her, sure she had a lot of bad opinions, but I’ve helped her open her mind up to the world and to people. She’s gotten much better, objectively.
But so she still loves her family. She still loves her siblings, mom, daddy. She still values their approval. And I don’t fault her for that at all, I understand how family is.
They’re old fashioned in a lot of tradition aspects too, which takes us to our story. She wanted me to ask her dad for his approval to marry her. I of course had my objections, for one it’s not like he owned her, we’re past that in our modern day. And I knew he would say no. Her and I dating already put us on thin ice, being gay and all. There’s no way he’d let us officiate it.
I didn’t tell her the latter though. Just the former and extensions of that. But she really wanted this. It would make her happy. So against my better judgement, I said I would.