Oof! I just had the most filling dinner ever. It was amazing Mexican food but I’m so full.
It was with my boyfriend and his family. These dinners used to be really stressful for me, but now they’re okay.
I no longer grab at the hem of my dress or drink water compulsively to excuse myself from talking. I no longer speak in a whisper or control how loud I laugh. It used to be bad, though.
In fact, I had actually used these dinners as an example of an “anxiety-producing situation” when I first began therapy for anxiety about 5 months ago. In such a short amount of time they have gone from one of my worst fears to something I quite look forward to–and not just for the piles of great, free food. I like his family a lot. The dinners are fun, exciting. I like getting to know them more and I like how they are getting to know me.
I suppose it’s a mix of becoming more comfortable around them and becoming more comfortable with myself.
It’s nice to feel accepted. It’s something that takes time and work, but it’s worth it. I love how I’m beginning to be treated like part of the family. I like belonging.
I am still nervous about some facets with them. We’re going away for a weekend together soon, which should be…something.
I’m getting there. For all those nervous introverts with one foot in and one foot out of the significant other (SO) family door, just know that it gets easier.