I give the best advice out of anyone in the world.. I specialize in relationship advice since I am the most judgmental, cynical, and every relationship needs help type of person. So due to my two crappy posts in February, I figured I’d cap off March with some better advice than this brod Prudence gives. Her link is http://www.slate.com/articles/life/dear_prudence/2011/04/big_love.html for the people who even want to bother.
My husband and I help haul hay two weekends a year on his family farm. It’s a big, cherished tradition in his family. His mom and two sisters (they are Amazonian women made of muscle and titanium) have made it clear that they expect me to be there hauling with everyone. These are 12-hour days, mostly in the hot sun, tossing 60- and 80-pound bales then stacking them into sheds. I’m fairly short and slight of frame and am amazed at what I can physically accomplish because of family pressure. I always feel proud after the experience, but I don’t know if I can take it anymore. I already skip out on other grueling family traditions, including yearly marathons and cut-throat basketball tournaments, and his family always makes me feel like a spoilsport. My husband is usually supportive but feels forgoing hay hauling would be a big taboo and that I should be able to suck it up. As the growing season is starting, I’m beginning to have nightmares. Is there a middle ground I can take? Or should I just endure the four days a year?