This has been driving me to tears for the past few weeks now and while I've been praying and reading a little from the Bible, I still feel like I'm not looking in the right spot.

I just got engaged this Valentine's Day. However, my parents have been anything but supportive it feels like. I have tried sitting down with them to discuss what their concerns are and I really think there isn't much I can do to alleviate them other than praying for them.

They are concerned with the fact that they think it is too soon for me to get married and that they do not know my fiance. Yet, we've visited with my parents weekly for some time and there hasn't been anything that he wasn't willing to talk about with them. He has been very open to them from the get go. Yet, they say they don't know him.......

The main concern that they kept repeating to me over and over and over again is that they do not want me to get hurt. Honestly, I find that to be ridiculous and for them to even think that something like that is within their control is insane. I've been hurt by life already (who hasn't) but I've walked through whatever it was because I've had Jesus to help me. I felt from our conversations that they feel they are able to shield me from the "bad thing" out there.

And the last main concern of theirs is that I was in an accident about 12 years ago where my back was broken. Yet, by the grace of God, no one could tell by looking at me. I received a very large settlement because of it. They are insistent that I get a premarital agreement to protect that money. They've gone as far as to find a lawyer for me and when I call them during the week, that's one of the first things they bring up, is if I have talked to a lawyer about it. My fiance and I do not want a prenump. It's as if we're telling the other, 'yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I don't trust you with this one thing'. Money is a materialistic and worldly thing. I know that God will provide for me. Ever since I had made the decision to turn my life over to God (or do my best to try to), they've never understood why I do things or think the way I do (they are not believers). I understand why they don't understand but it still doesn't stop it from hurting.
I can't seem to stop crying. They told me they liked him when we started visiting weekly and now, dad says he doesn't like him.

I don't understand so many things. Are there any words of wisdom that anyone could impart to me? Thank you....