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How did you, if you ever did, win over your in-laws?


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First of all, the following isn't about me. Everyone believe that? No? Good, let's continue. I went to a wedding last year in central Texas. My date was a bridesmaid so it was a chance to see her hometown and meet a bunch of her close friends and family. Clearly the home field advantage was theirs, especially when they took me out hunting (I don't hunt) with the rest of the groomsmen for what they called the "real bachelor party."

 

It was a group of maybe ten of us, including my date's father and brother. I rode with them in a caravan of three trucks. I didn't see any rifles or bows or shotguns being loaded into the trucks that morning so I assumed we weren't really going hunting at all. Then, the lead truck in the caravan got pulled over about twenty minutes into our drive. The Best Man was driving the lead truck, which was also the truck with most of the gear, including twelve handguns. I watched from the back of the truck as the Best Man showed the officer the weapons and explained it was a hunting trip / bachelor party. The cop laughs, lets us go.

 

Now I'm in the back of the truck, driving with a bunch of guys I don't know, wondering what the hell are we hunting with handguns while trying to make nice with the brother and father. Turns out the answer to that is boar. Big !@#$ing boar. With little !@#$ing pop guns and a lot of booze. Responsible? No. Fun? Absolutely. I didn't hunt as much as I drank, and my Boston accent (which comes out when I drink, which is odd since I'm from Rochester) seemed to entertain the Texans. Now we're all buds and I've been pretty well accepted into the family, thanks largely to that weekend.

 

How did you manage to win over your in-laws or significant other's family? Or better yet, who has failed while attempting to do so?

 

Ah, the old win the in laws over with drunken boar hunting using a fake Boston accent. It's a story as old as time..

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Took their daughter off their hands.

 

That's it, pretty much. Been divorced for ten years now, and I have closer relationship with them than she does. They have helped me out quite a bit with the children over the years. They actually supported me through the divorce to ensure that I got sole custody of the kids. Good people. Love em.

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I got along well with my FIL, but he passed away shortly after the wife and I got hitched. My MIL is a very miserable, pouty old bag...always has been since I have known her. I always go out of my way to be nice to her, but I really don't like her very much. I don't think she really likes anybody...including my wife. I call her the badger.

 

My wife has 2 sisters and they are both worthless wastes of skin. Both completely capable and bright individuals, but useless, irresponsible and horribly lazy. I can't stand either of them.

 

So, I guess I haven't "won over" my in-laws at all. I really don't care too.

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When we were living in sin in the days before the internets and cell phones and lots of other stuff Mrs. B. called home one Sunday evening. In the course of her conversation with her dad she asked him "Dad, BB blows his nose when he's in the shower. Do all men do that?" From that point on he & I were best buds.

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When we were living in sin in the days before the internets and cell phones and lots of other stuff Mrs. B. called home one Sunday evening. In the course of her conversation with her dad she asked him "Dad, BB blows his nose when he's in the shower. Do all men do that?" From that point on he & I were best buds.

 

Was "nose" a code word for "load"?

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When we were living in sin in the days before the internets and cell phones and lots of other stuff Mrs. B. called home one Sunday evening. In the course of her conversation with her dad she asked him "Dad, BB blows his nose when he's in the shower. Do all men do that?" From that point on he & I were best buds.

I asked him a lot of other stuff about men when you weren't around. I had lots of oddities to confirm.

 

Was "nose" a code word for "load"?

BB had little need for that in those days! Just sayin'.
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My in-laws are not worth winning over; they were terrible to my wife growing up (abusive, unsupportive, you name it).

 

We only communicate with them because she has a much younger sister that she wants a relationship with; other than that they can fly a kite for all we care.

 

I'm pleasant enough to them when I must be, but rest assured they are never with my children unless my wife or I are present.

 

Jesus that is rough. The best part of having inlaws is dropping the kids off so we could go out. Her parents always liked me mostly because I treat their daughter good & the boyfriends before me were real pieces of work. Not that I am some great catch either but compared to her last 2 boyfriends I guess I am not so bad(her one boyfriend right before she met me 20 years ago OD on cocaine about five years ago). My MIL is a pain in the ass but she is a good lady at hear. My FIL is a good guy, he has bailed me out of a couple jams I have been in my younger days when I got a little bit in over my head with gambling. He always had a soft spot for me with the gambling. He was actually pretty dam close to a millionaire when he retired 10- years ago, but he has probably lost 75% of his life savings to the casinos. I get a little bitter at it when I think he basically gave the casinos my inheritance but ah what are you going to do. The guy likes to gamble, I could certainly relate to that & on the + side seeing what happened to him pretty much made me swear off casinos. I have not been to a casino around here in probably 7 years & even when I go to Vegas it is strictly the sports book for me. At least I have a fighters chance there.

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Well, my wife was 30 when I proposed, and even though I am a Yankee, they liked me. I really did not spend a ton of time with them, but they were happy I had a good job, good appearance, good manners, and they met some of my family, and everyone was nice. That made them happy. They could tell I loved my now wife.

 

If they could not tell how much I loved and cared for her, they could tell when my wife was very ill just 3 weeks before our wedding, and even slightly kind of tried to push me away saying I don't have to marry her, and was at the hospital with her for several weeks until she got better. They did not know what was wrong, but we really knew. My wife's mom and 3 aunts all have MS. My now wife was tested for everything, they really do not like diagnosing MS, they need to rule out a stroke, Lyme disease, many other things, all of which drove me crazy because I wanted to get started on the steroids she needed. At one point before the treatment she was slightly paralyzed, and could not walk.

 

Anyway, I kept my strength for her, and she was at home for 1 week and after the 2 weeks at the hospital and we got married as planned. Her parents think I am alright.

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Long ago.....MUCH LONG ago

 

My father in law's car broke down on Interstate 10........and he was trying to nurse it home but could only get to the offramp of his house.....which was a steady upslope to the stop light and then his house after that.....nearly a 1/4 mile.

 

I pushed his car while he steered....all the way up that damn hill....by myself......up that hill and to his house to save him the tow bill.

 

I was in after that.

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Never been married so never had any in-laws.

 

But i generally got along quite well with my girlfriends' parents. I treat their daughters very well, I'm relatively articulate and actually very nice in person. Since I had a couple certifiably crazy exes (but damn were they pretty) their parents saw me as a stabilizing influence.

 

The only girlfriend I remember having any parent issues with, was a very sweet and beautiful Polish girl from Kenmore. To this day, she remains my favorite girlfriend ever. She was quite a bit taller than me, and i was Italian---not the ideal guy for their daughter. (My father, noticing the extreme difference in our heights said, "When your nose-to-nose your toes are in it. And when you're toe-to-toe your nose is in it. My father was funny.) But I eventually won them over just by being very good to their daughter. When her father died, I was with her, and her mother, helping in any and every way I could. I was pretty young, mid-20s, but I knew it was important to be as supportive as possible.

 

She got married and I think her husband may have been the trainer for, or worked in some capacity with, the Washington Redskins. I'm not positive though. I should shoot her an email.

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This may come out wrong, but by the time my wife and I found each other, her father was just happy that I had a job, a car, and the ability to complete full sentences without smelling like a member of the Vagos. She was a rebellious lost soul and he was sure she'd end up like a ragdoll pass-around toy for miscreants.

 

So she was my ragdoll pass around toy for a while, then we settled down.

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