The number seven reason that I am having an hot, no-strings-attached affair is that there is no such thing as a lover-in-law. I assume that my lover didn't spring from the ground, fully formed. But thank God that I will never know for sure. I'll never meet his parents, his siblings, his cousin in New York...
Every married person knows the trouble with the in-laws. And for some strange cultural reason that is inexplicable to me, after you marry your husband's relationship with his parents is now suddenly your problem. You'd better make sure you invite them to the every conceivable thing under the sun. Remember his mother's birthday; your husband won't. Someone has to take them to the airport.
And, boy oh boy, does your mother in-law have some wisdom that she needs to share with you. Like for instance, did you know that picking the baby up every time he cries will turn him into a serial killer? And that yellow is not your color. And your husband is perfect in every way.
But one of the best things about a lover is that, chances are, he's avoiding the possibility of you ever meeting his parents. If his mom's in town for the weekend, he'll just call you on Monday.
The number seven reason why I am having an affair is that there is no such thing as a lover-in-law.
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