How could it be possible that his or her parents actually like you? It's not, because you are having sex with their child. Let that sink in. You are blithely fucking (or at least have fucked) something two people created and reared for probably most of their lives. They nursed her wounds when she scraped her knee, and you probably came on her face two nights ago.
That's why the dinner conversation is awkward. It needs to be. Stop complaining because it could be worse.
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