Philippines: Two Weeks With The Future In Laws

Mr. Rogue’s parents are super religious so when we were talking about moving in together for the “testing to see if this relationship thing can sustain seeing each other at our worst most secret selves” when I have no makeup on, when I am on an emotional rampage due to raging hormones, when I want to eat ice cream out of the carton in the summer and I twist my body in circles rotisserie style my in front of the open door of the freezer so I get super cold on the inside as well as the outside, those are the tests living together can flag. So Mr. Rogue’s parent’s feelings were considered and then overruled by the fact that real estate in LA is expensive and that I knew Mr. Rogue would take a while to propose and that I was not going to be one of those super bitches who forces her man to make the move too soon, so we moved in together.. Mr. Rogue’s parents did not visit, either because of circumstances or my negative Christian influence on their son I am not sure, but I like to side with the earlier.

So when I accepted Mr. Rogue’s invitation to go to the Philippines for two weeks with his parents and his brother Mr. Fruit for his brother’s wedding I agreed knowing that I had only met Mr. Rogue’s parents once for a lunch and an outing to an aquarium and that they were less than happy with our relationship/living situation (um totally not my fault I would have said yes a year before Mr. Rogue popped the question). So when I got engaged my trip to the Philippines started looking up, yea they STILL were not happy because I only had a promise to marry and we had decided to ignore their suggestion to go to the courthouse, but at least the proposal had happened so everyone was much happier and I could spend a lot of time getting to know my new family.

I feel like spending so much time with them really helped me understand my future husband better. Mr. Rogue’s dad is shy and quiet, very intelligent man who seldom speaks but when he does they are nuggets to chew on and not just words flapping in the wind like so many of the word vomit out there is. Mr. Rogue’s mom is a little awkward and shy but super sweet and caring. I know Mr. Rogue better because I know where he came from better and if I got ANYTHING from this godforsaken trip I got that.