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- Militant Agnostic...aka functional Atheist
Heh...My wife moved across the North American continent to put distance between herself and her mother. My meetings with my MIL were punctuated events involving high levels of spousal anxiety. We were once flown to Las Vegas to attend her third husband's daughter's wedding to a cardiologist (at an outdoor wedding in August). My first meeting with my wife's younger brother, in the cab from the airport, escalated in to a three way shouting match (me excluded) in seconds. My MIL was a 'piece of work'; she was a NYC Jewess, a social-climber, and golddigger who abandoned my wife's father when he lost his business to an unscrupulous embezzling bookkeeper. When I met my MIL, she was married to hubby #3, a professional gambler and casino sports book in Las Vegas.
During my MIL's first visit after we'd taken up cohabitation, I was still working as a member hauler with the refuse and recycling collection collective. My future wife had been one of my garbage customers. I also kept the collective books and managed the office, so I was deemed the 'office manager', and informed that I was not to do my regular route (where I dropped by for lunch and picked up the trash). Appearances, y'know. Well, we decided to take her out to dinner at a local restaurant within walking distance. A fellow worker-owner at the collective lived just a block away and happened to see us on our way to the restaurant. The next day at work, he had to ask who it was we'd been seen with, strolling through the neighborhood. I told him that it was my MIL...He laughed and noted, "Her inner peace was pretty loud. She's not a local, is she?"
I, in turn, laughed and asked, "What was it, the garish tights, the boa, the platinum bleach blonde hair, or the wooden mules?"
He responded with, "The whole package. She's not from around here, is she?"
"Nope. New York City. And she's going back. Soon."
"I thought it might be something like that. Boy, is she out of place."
Thankfully, the distance was, by and large, sufficient for our purposes. She never really bothered me much, as her opinion seemed to carry negative value in my household. But, she sure managed to maintain some kind of noxious hold upon my wife....that mother/daughter dynamics thing is beyond my comprehension. She did get geographically closer when she moved to Las Vegas long enough to claim a chunk of the professional gamblers income, but she never came to visit, and then she divorced the gambler and returned to NYC to die of cancer.
During my MIL's first visit after we'd taken up cohabitation, I was still working as a member hauler with the refuse and recycling collection collective. My future wife had been one of my garbage customers. I also kept the collective books and managed the office, so I was deemed the 'office manager', and informed that I was not to do my regular route (where I dropped by for lunch and picked up the trash). Appearances, y'know. Well, we decided to take her out to dinner at a local restaurant within walking distance. A fellow worker-owner at the collective lived just a block away and happened to see us on our way to the restaurant. The next day at work, he had to ask who it was we'd been seen with, strolling through the neighborhood. I told him that it was my MIL...He laughed and noted, "Her inner peace was pretty loud. She's not a local, is she?"
I, in turn, laughed and asked, "What was it, the garish tights, the boa, the platinum bleach blonde hair, or the wooden mules?"
He responded with, "The whole package. She's not from around here, is she?"
"Nope. New York City. And she's going back. Soon."
"I thought it might be something like that. Boy, is she out of place."
Thankfully, the distance was, by and large, sufficient for our purposes. She never really bothered me much, as her opinion seemed to carry negative value in my household. But, she sure managed to maintain some kind of noxious hold upon my wife....that mother/daughter dynamics thing is beyond my comprehension. She did get geographically closer when she moved to Las Vegas long enough to claim a chunk of the professional gamblers income, but she never came to visit, and then she divorced the gambler and returned to NYC to die of cancer.
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