When my parents found out I was dating Aidan, they were not impressed with his profession. "Image consultant? Isn't that just a fancy term for a hairdresser?" They scoffed. They disapproved of his flashy style and the eclectic crowd he mingled with, deeming him unstable.
Moreover, Aidan's family background was far from ideal. The Davis family was large, and Aidan had an elder brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. None of the four siblings were particularly accomplished.
Aidan had dropped out of high school to apprentice at a salon, embedding himself in the hairstyling world, which my parents found unacceptable. They even tried to break us up.
But I was stubborn, resisting their well-meaning advice until they had no choice but to relent.
It wasn't until after our marriage an
