Anniversary In Motril
April 2024 marked the forty-ninth year my in-laws have been married. They got married at the very young age of nineteen and twenty-one in their hometown of Jaen and have been inseparable ever since. My partner, SB, is the youngest of their children and looks and acts the most like his father. I love seeing my in-laws together because you can tell how in love they still are with each other after all these years. My father-in-law is a rather quiet man at first glance, but after years of watching him, he is always smirking and telling jokes under his breath. My mother-in-law, excuse the stereotype, is true to her Andalusian blood: lively, loving, and loud. In these ways, they are similar to my parents and have made it easy to get along with them. Spaniards are usually very close-knit, and SB and his family are no different. I thought I had a close family until I met SB’s.
It has been the only time I have ever admitted that people from the States do have a strong sense of individualism even when we have a close-knit family. I will acknowledge that I do not come from a background where I have ever seen my parents together romantically, and I have never wanted to. At a very young age, I knew my parents should have never been together. I honestly think if both my parents had been sober, I probably would not be here, but that is a story for…
