My husband always visited his parents alone.
For twelve years, I never questioned it.
"Mom gets overwhelmed by guests," he'd explain.
"My family is complicated."
"They'll meet you eventually."
Eventually never came.
Every Christmas, he went by himself.
Every birthday.
Every family reunion.
Every holiday.
I wasn't invited.
At first, it hurt.
Then it became normal.
Our children asked why they'd never met Grandma and Grandpa.
My husband always had an answer ready.
"They're private people."
"They live far away."
"They aren't very social."....