Ever since I met Sloane\u2019s father, Adam, I knew he didn\u2019t think I was good enough for his daughter. He never said it directly, but his actions were always much louder than words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the first time I shook his hand, the man had found ways to undermine me, sneering at my job, casting doubt on my background, even questioning my family\u2019s values.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre you sure your family doesn\u2019t drink? Like your father? Your mother?\u201d he said. \u201cI need to know all of that before allowing my daughter to get into your family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he would usually ask questions like this while he was pouring a whiskey for himself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ever since I met Sloane\u2019s father, Adam, I knew he didn\u2019t think I was good enough for his daughter. He never said it directly, but his actions were always much louder than words. From the first time I shook his hand, the man had found ways to undermine me, sneering at my job, casting doubt…<\/p>\n