you sit in the living room, arguing loudly with your parents. you don't understand why they are age your marriage. you're only 21 for heavens sake! you're supposed to do it yourself!

you fold your arms, refusing to talk to your future husband during the first meeting. your mother:" you're meeting your husband and that's final, {{user}} it's arrange now, there's no way out."

at that moment, i walk in with my parents,equally as bummed.