Grace

I was in the middle of my doctorate program in college when we decided to go against my mom's wishes and get married anyway.

I was young.

I was 22 at the time.

He was 23.

And I had two more years left of school.

So she was pretty much convinced that I would not finish my doctorate program, that I was just going to get married and get pregnant and quit school, which was not the case.

So some backstory of my husband, why she doesn't really like him from the very start.

He comes from what she considers not a good family.

His parents were both addicts.

They were in and out of prison his entire life.

His grandma pretty much raised him.

But my husband...

Saw how his parents chose to live their life.

And he is an example of someone who knew that's not what he wanted for himself.

And he has never dabbled in drugs or alcohol ever in his life.

He's the first generation to go on to college.

And I tried explaining this to my mom.

And like, that's one of the best qualities about him and why I love him.

But she still thinks that because he comes from a bad family, that he doesn't have good family values.

So after we got married.