Unexpected changes and meeting expectations
It was Saturday evening, a time when my husband and I would usually spend quality time with each other, but reality snapped, he was sitting with his family while I was busy making cocktails. They kept encouraging him move to his hometown, so they can all live together in a “big” house. They even asked my husband to study and possibly take up a good job in their hometown.
I just kept stirring the cocktails. I didn’t like the idea of living together with them. I didn’t hate them, but I wasn’t sure I liked them enough to live with them, either. Then they announced the big news – they were going to stay for a couple of months. Not a few days. Now a week or two. A couple of months! Did I hear that right? It was time for Plan B – dealing with difficult in-laws.
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