Your post is cynical, but I agree with you 100%.Anonymous 4 wrote: ↑Sat May 18, 2019 3:17 pm All these women marry men with children and then bitch and Moan about everything. Stop marrying used men if you don’t want issues.
My parents died at relatively young ages, so Mr. Turkle had nothing to fear about my family. I am an only child. Even better! And at the time, the only relatives I thought I had lived in England or in Poland. (I've since located a cousin who lives in Montreal - he's a nice guy.)
When I met Mr. Turkle, there were a good five hundred miles or more of highway between our residence and the late Ol' Mama Bin Laden's. (I used to refer to the late MIL as "Ol' Mama Bin Laden" because she was so evil.)
We don't drive and we don't have a car, so I figured that we were safe.
We were, until Mr. Turkle's step-sister begged us to go and visit the old bat. We love her, how she sprung from Ol' Mama Bin Laden's loins to be such a lovable and beautiful humanoid, I'll never know. Must be genes from her father.
We visited Ol' Mama Bin Laden for about four to five days - gruelling twenty-four days of our lives that we'll never get back.
I could write a book about how wretched she was, but I don't think this site would allow me such a long post.
All I can tell you is that when we finally (!) arrived home after that torturous visit, Mr. Turkle took one look at the photo of the old bitch that was sitting on our living room table and gave it a hefty kick. The photo fell from the table, and the glass broke.
Mr. Turkle stomped on it.
Then we went to the kitchen where we knew we had cold beer waiting for us. Heaven Forbid we could have had any beer at Ol' Mama Bin Laden's retirement apartment - not that I wanted any there. The beer would have gone sulfuric in my mouth...
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