I have MAGA-in-laws. Despite our political differences, I adore them
As I reflect on my first trip to meet my girlfriend’s parents, I can’t help but think about the unexpected turn of events that unfolded. Driving down from Vancouver to Oregon City, I was greeted by a charmingly American landscape filled with corn dog huts, county fairs, and brash billboards. But it was the sight of Trump flags flying proudly from her parent’s rural home that took me by surprise.
Despite the political divide, love prevailed as we pushed forward to meet her family. I was nervous, to say the least, facing her preacher-turned-cop father and her welcoming mother. But to my delight, her family turned out to be accepting, engaging, and incredibly funny. Their slight accent, neon Jello-marshmallow salads, and banjo playing father-in-law made me feel right at home.
That first night, as we retired to separate guest rooms, I couldn’t help but feel like a naive Canadian navigating the complexities of American politics. The contradictions were palpable, from the support for a controversial billionaire to the expectation of sleeping apart as an unmarried couple.
As time went on, their home became a shrine to Trump, with MAGA merch adorning every corner. Despite their unwavering loyalty, Stephanie chose to follow her own political path, creating a divide that strained family dynamics. Arguments, social media blocks, and uncomfortable silences followed, until an unspoken agreement to avoid politics brought peace to our visits.
Despite the tension, our visits became more enjoyable as acceptance replaced hostility. The shared laughter, delicious food, and heated domino games overshadowed our political differences. As we prepare for another visit this summer under a new administration, I am hopeful for a wonderful time with her family, even if I’m still a little scared of her dad.
My best practice for a pleasant in-law visit is simple: only say nice things and enjoy the Jello-mashmallow salad. As we navigate the divide between our friendly countries, I am reminded that love and acceptance can bridge even the deepest political divides.
