I really don't like my in-laws. No that isn't right, I'm just not that close to them. Wow, where did that come from.
I have been married to their son/brother for a few months short of 14 years. Ten of those years I lived 250 miles away and we saw them well about 5-6 times a year. I gave birth to their first grandchildren. We supported ourselves (for the most part) and bought a house. We made friends and developed a self. You know what a self is. Lets say you have 2 friends Dave and his wife Jen and after a while they become DaveandJen. That's a self.
Well this whole time I felt like they were just waiting for us to fail. WAIT. What I should say is that they were waiting for him to fail. And for a while it really looked like he was. I mean he has a weight issue. Or a food issue. He also didn't what to work in the high paying shop job anymore, so we had to reduce, reduce, and when we got on our feet reduce again. Now we are reducing a fourth time to move out of the hovel. And this whole time it feels like they are just waiting for the final FAIL.
Well good luck to them because it 'ain't' going to happen. I don't know how to fail and guess what neither does my husband. Your son might have, but my husband doesn't.
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