I remember meeting my MIL and FIL. #13 and I went to the beach. I was a wreck. Covered in salt water and sand and sun. We left the beach and started home….or so I thought. We ended up at a house and he announced it was “moms”. Omg! I was a mess and meeting Mom????? I needed my hair done, makeup and the sand out of the crack of my ass please. He knocked. No answer. We walked in. Isnt this all too soon?
A cute house…beachy. He yelled hello and there was silence. He started showing me around. I noticed time after time a picture of the same woman everywhere. Who is she??? Now the picture of #13 and the woman smiling at their wedding. I was itchy. I was sweating. I was so god awful freaking uncomfortable She must have been very close with LW.
Back in the car, just one more place….oh a party! There they are.., GULP
Breathe mrs C. Breathe breathe breathe. Mil didn’t t even so much as glance at me. Hello and back to her friends. Her husband though, well he kept staring and watching me. I was visibly uncomfortable. Why wouldn’t this man stop looking at me? What does he care who #13 is with? We left……I still felt something wasn’t right but what?