You have this backwards.
it's not about you conforming to everybody else's expectations...if I want to 'marry into another religion,' or have a same sex partner (neither one of which I did or want to do, btw...) I am not responsible for making everybody else pleased with me.
I AM responsible for not deliberately going out of my way to make others UNhappy for the purpose of making other people unhappy.
If I fall in love and want to marry a Presbyterian, for instance, and I marry him because I think he and I will be happier together than we would be apart, that's one thing.
Man, he'd have to be one hot Presbyterian...and someone that good wouldn't want to marry me. Whew. I'm safe.
If I deliberately go out and marry someone out of my faith BECAUSE I want to rebel and 'show' the folks I 'come from' that I'm really independent and that they aren't the boss of me? Well, that's an entirely different matter, wouldn't you say? that is making everybody unhappy. What's the point?
If what brings you happiness is 'showing up' others, or proving to them that you 'think for yourself' (when in reality you are proving a group-think lock step rebellion that looks just like every other group-think lock step rebellion) then...shrug..you are going to be unhappy and you won't have anybody to blame but yourself...even as you blame everybody else.
We are all in charge of our own happiness, I think....
I am happy being with happy people. If I can help them be that way, everybody wins. I don't mean 'martyring myself,' or giving up every dream in order to put their opinions first, but rather...not going out of my way to destroy others, and not making THEM responsible for my own happiness.
I just don't get all the angst. You do your own happiness stuff. You do yours, I'll do mine, don't blame everybody else, and if we all did that, we'd have a lot less....whatever this complaining about how our happiness is sabotaged by everybody else, and our misery is everybody else's fault.
Look. I'm a widow. I have terminal cancer. I'm on chemotherapy that does some really...interesting...stuff to the body. I'm broke and I'm broken...and I'm quite happy, thank you.
I'm happy because every day brings some small joy, and gives me a chance to bring a little joy to someone else. Not 'save the world' joy, but 'darn, I look good today" joy, or "I spent all this money on my hair and a stranger thinks I look good" joy, or the delight I feel when I see my son get silly over his newborn daughter, or making it through a row or two of a lace shawl without my hands cramping, or reading something fun, or seeing a stupid kitten video, or finding out that I do TOO have something to wear to jury duty on Monday, or..???
So stop obsessing over what everybody else thinks, and how the world is going to hell and it's everybody else's fault, and just enjoy the things that are enjoyable.
And wait out the things that aren't.