Q: Iâve been engaged three days and my fiancĂŠe is already freaking out. Our parents havenât met yet even though they live three hours apart (in part because my parents can be a lot, and in part because it just hasnât been a priority). Now that we are engaged, everyone (except me) wants a meet and greet to happen because âWe are all family now!â Fine. I suggested we meet up for dinner somewhere in between the two parents. She and her parents were on board, but my father didnât love the restaurant and suggested having her parents come over for a barbecue instead, which sounded good to me. But then my fiancĂŠe was unhappy because she thought that would place her parents on unequal footing with mine. My parents live in a fancy suburb of D.C. and hers live in rural Virginia. Okay. Back to a restaurant. But if I pick one her parents like, my dad will hate it. Heâs a total food snob. But if I pick one my parents like, her parents will be uncomfortable. How on earth can we plan a wedding when arranging dinner for six people is impossibly difficult?
âOne person canât feel all that at once, theyâd explode.â
âRon
A:
âJust because youâve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesnât mean we all have.â
Okay, Harry Potter references aside, youâre right, there are a lot of feelings here, but that doesnât make this an incomprehensible mystery. Letâs break down the cast of characters a bit:
Your fiancĂŠe: Sheâs excited to be engaged! Sheâs nervous about the parents meeting. She feels protective of her parentsâ feelings and their experience. She doesnât want your parents to be hosting her parents; she wants them to meet as equals.
Her parents: Theyâre excited you two are engaged! They want to meet your parents! Theyâre not city people and they arenât comfortable in fancy restaurants.
Your father: Hates bad food.
You: Just would like everyone to eat their brunch and move on.
Hereâs the thing. These feelings are all real. They are all valid. They are not all equally important.
We can go ahead and cross your father off the list right away. Iâm sorry he has an existential dread of eating a meal at Applebeeâs, but that is something he will just have to cope with. Itâs a lot easier for someone fancy to simplify than the other way around. Sure, a city dweller might be uncomfortable at a barn raising (thatâs what people do in the country right?), but theyâll muddle through. Coming the other way isnât just a city mouse, country mouse issue; itâs also a class issue. Itâs not just a discomfort issue; itâs a privilege issue. The discomfort her parents feel at going to a restaurant that may be out of their budget (even if youâre paying), more than they are comfortable with food costing, potentially involve terminology they are unfamiliar with? (Because who understands fancy restaurant menus these days? Pretty sure nobody, but at least some of us are used to it.) Thatâs a much bigger deal than your father just not liking the food at one meal.
So, considering everything here, sheâs right and you are wrong. Tell your dad he needs to suck it up. But donât assume youâre off the hook! Lol wayyyyyy too easy. Nope. You just signed up for this group of people and their assorted feelings for the rest of your life, so get used to it! Iâm not saying you can never go out to a fancy meal with her parents, or that your parentsâ wishes never come first, or even that your desire to just pick something and move on canât be considered. There are absolutely situations where all sorts of feelings are going to matter more than others.
You just need to focus on your feelings and her feelings first. Make sure the two of you are on the same page. Listen to each other. When she says, âMy parents are going to have XYZ feelings about thisââbelieve her. Start by assuming she knows what she is talking about when she talks about her family, and go from there.
For what itâs worth, even though youâre saying you are baffled by the feelings, you are the first dude who has ever written into Always a Bridesmaid, so I think youâre more tuned into feelings than you give yourself credit for.