Do you have good relationships with your inlaws?

[BurtReynolds]

I try to avoid contact at all costs.

[dad]

We get along, but they all think I’m going to hell because I don’t go to church.

My MiL will find a way to bring up spiritually or some story from the Bible just about every time I see her.

[wease]

There have been moments with my brother-in-law but everyone else is great

[Anders]

It’s good. But they all live abroad, and sometimes both language and culture can provide obstacles. Never had an argument with any of them.

[spike]

I try to avoid contact at all costs.

By not having any?

[BurtReynolds]

I try to avoid contact at all costs.

By not having any?

one of my strategies.

[spike]

It’s good. But they all live abroad, and sometimes both language and culture can provide obstacles. Never had an argument with any of them.

Pretty much the same for me, except English is everyone’s first language (though the Aussie accent and slang can be challenging at times). Things only get testy after about week three or four of staying with them. It’s a long time to be on top of each other.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

All good except I do have that one really weird BIL who moved to Idaho. But he’s tolerable.

[Monkey_Driven]

Good, often great. They rarely ever criticize of judge our parenting/decision making and we make it a point to spend a lot of quality time together when we're in the same place.

[doug rr]

fine...easier now that we are only over an hour away across the border...the trick is they dont stay with us and we dont stay with them

[spike]

I’m very fortunate in this regard, but it wasn’t always that way. Was much harder when they lived far away and we’d be staying at their place and on their schedule…Was always on the verge of snapping.

They’ve been just down the road for the last four years and it’s awesome.

I can totally relate to their place, their schedule. It’s not that they aren’t totally welcoming or running us around everywhere, just set in their ways so you have to adjust your day to day to work around that. Nothing else you can really do but that’s why it can get frustrating at times.

I told my wife after the last visit that if we do stay with them again, could we at least rent a car so I don’t feel the need to rush any errands or outings to get one of their cars back to them.

[wease]

It’s good. But they all live abroad, and sometimes both language and culture can provide obstacles. Never had an argument with any of them.

Pretty much the same for me, except English is everyone’s first language (though the Aussie accent and slang can be challenging at times). Things only get testy after about week three or four of staying with them. It’s a long time to be on top of each other.

Does your wife still have the accent or has she somewhat lost it living here?

(How did you meet an Australian gal, anyway?)

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Peeps]

the difference between outlaws and in-laws?


outlaws are wanted

[Higgs]

We get along, but they all think I’m going to hell because I don’t go to church.

My MiL will find a way to bring up spiritually or some story from the Bible just about every time I see her.

Don't mean to offend but Fuck that.

[dad]

We get along, but they all think I’m going to hell because I don’t go to church.

My MiL will find a way to bring up spiritually or some story from the Bible just about every time I see her.

Don't mean to offend but Fuck that.

It is what it is.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

We get along, but they all think I’m going to hell because I don’t go to church.

My MiL will find a way to bring up spiritually or some story from the Bible just about every time I see her.

Don't mean to offend but Fuck that.

It is what it is.

Tell that to saint peter!

fwiw, they’re still better than the in-laws in my previous life.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

I don’t trust my mother-in-law. Nobody should trust that woman.