so i'm at that point where i'm questioning if fitting in is even worth it. you know the drill, everyone wants to be liked (especially by their partner's family), but seriously, it's starting to get to me. my partner? loves me just the way i am, imperfections and all, yet here i am shifting gears trying to align myself with what his folks expect. guess what? not a fan of this new version of 'me'. i catch those sideways glances and hear passive-aggressive comments about everything from how i dress to how i eat (i mean, who knew eating spaghetti could be controversial). every family dinner i'm acting like i'm auditioning for some part instead of just being there. exhausting doesn’t cut it.

here we are, another classic case of approval-seeking behavior. doesn't help that his parents are also those types who treat vacations as competitive sport because when your holiday post gets more likes than theirs, you're suddenly unacceptable. man it's like "calm down yo" world ain't revolving around your instagram feed. 'those who matter don't mind,' right? but in their eyes i'm constantly needing improvement.and yes, i've heard those expressions before: 'wear something nicer' or maybe 'try picking up a hobby.' fun fact: there's nothing wrong with liking casual over glitzy sunday brunches.i once wore my favorite band tee (not mentioning names here) and was told it looked ''childish''. let's talk about eyeroll moments.

picturesque hospitality eh? you do things their way or hit the highway.growing thick skin sounds wonderful except it feels like wearing an itchy wool sweater.instinct says forget them fade into background.yet doubts persist; am i compromising love-sincerity-and individuality for outsiders' praise?appeasement brings guilt when met halfway happiness seems elusive.makes one wonder where draw line between positive adjustments-self deception-subjugation.truth hurts-thoughts rot.do real ones stand up amidst false versions?

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