A coworker once randomly said to me (after ending a phone conversation with her daughter-in-law), "Ally, whatever you do, don't marry a man whose parents hate you." She probably had no idea what sort of impact that may have had on me. Months later, I still think about that sentence on a regular basis and I am certainly thinking about it now. I'm not engaged to be married or anything, but perhaps I should consider not wasting any more of my time here... I love my man dearly and do believe he feels the same way, but he is very close to his parents who live a few miles away and likes to spend lots of time with them which causes tension at times. If he is going to be a sweet family guy, I want to be able to share that with him. I know my family would wholeheartedly embrace him but they are 3,000 miles away. And we are certainly not ready to start our own family anytime soon. I am starting to wonder if it even makes sense to pursue a life with someone who can't even manage to say the right things to make his family not hate me, despite the fact that the reason they hate me has got to be almost entirely due to things he said to them about me years ago when we were in a bad space. Help? Thoughts, anyone? Ever been in a relationship where your partner's family hates you and he adores them? How did that go? Is it possible to work around an issue as large as this? The only thing I have thought of is to move, which is something he is totally willing and possibly even excited to do. However, I can't help but wonder if that is just a temporary solution to a much bigger and permanent problem. I mean, I guess it isn't "permanent" but I don't want to think that morbidly. I want to be in a relationship where I am welcomed into my partner's family warmly. Even before things went sour between us the first time we dated a couple years ago, they were never warm or welcoming. When we lived together, they would always exclude me when they would make plans with their son. I felt it was very cold and that they were intentionally shutting me out. I guess it worries me that he does not see any of those behaviors as concerning. It also worries me that he can be so close with them and yet not feel the urge to try and repair things. It is all up to him, after all. What do you all think?