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I just had the best Facebook chat conversation with Big A's aunt. I love her so much. She has liked me (or at least seemed to) from the day we met. I liked her immediately, too. Even when my MIL acts like I'm the worst thing that ever happened to her, I know that J loves me and accepts me into the family. It means a lot that her and 2 of my MIL's sisters like me, especially when MIL doesn't (which was kind of confirmed in the conversation tonight that MIL and MIL's youngest sister don't - did they take a poll?).

Nice to have someone on your side in a family.

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Heather said…
Wow sounds like you have the best MIL in the world!

Oh well, her loss!!
October 8, 2009 at 8:03 PM
Helene said…
You know what, my attitude is that it's your MIL's loss. My MIL isn't wild about me either...for no good reason that I can think of, other than I stole her son away from her (as if).

I'm glad you feel close to some members of his family!!
October 8, 2009 at 8:55 PM
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