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13 Proofs That Family Relationships Can Be Anything But Boring

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Oh, family. You never know what will happen next. Some family members count every penny, while others take offense at fair reasons. Nonetheless, we adore them, even if they are somewhat eccentric.

Story 1

My husband travels a lot for work, while I stay at home with the baby and work remotely. As soon as my husband leaves, I start receiving calls from his parents. Every day. Apparently, they believe that if they don’t, I will become bored and go on a bender. And they can’t even think of something to say to me, which is infuriating.

Now, as soon as I see their phone digits on the screen, I let my daughter respond. And the grandmother is grabbed by a talking 5-year-old, allowing Mum to work. Now, the calls are much less frequent. Why, why? We still have a lot more to say about Lady Bug and the like! © Overheard / Ideer

Story 2

My mother-in-law is continually bringing my wife books, and they are frequently the same book. She has given her as many as five copies of the same book at times. © LearningLifeAsIGo / Reddit

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Story 3

Mum: How are you?

Me: I am fine.

Mum: You’re always fine and never tell me anything.

Me: My business isn’t doing well, the house renovations will never stop, and I’m dating a girl who believes in reptiles.

Mum: Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to experience a heart attack? © Jeniay / Pikabu

Story 4

My mother became outraged when she learned that we were going on vacation with my husband’s parents. Yes, we are taking them to watch our children. Also, my spouse had a desire of taking his parents to the sea. And because my spouse is paying for his parents’ vacation. And now she does not speak to me… © Overheard / Ideer

Story 5

My mother: “You have a natural manicure again. For once, you should buy something brilliant. “Why are you even paying for this?” Also, my mother gets a manicure that is exactly like mine. © jemappellelala / Twitter

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Story 6

I basically don’t eat meat. I’m not a vegetarian, but I don’t find it especially tasty. And my in-laws enjoy “meat wrapped in meat” meals. At family gatherings, I prefer to eat solely veggies because even their salads and pies frequently contain meat.

But I recently learned that they had fully embraced all of my habits when they created a giant bowl of veggie salad only for me on my mother-in-law’s anniversary! © Overheard / Ideer

Story 7

I am in a traffic jam. A child of 9 years old is seated in the back seat of the car on the left, with the window down. His expression is serious, yet I’m in a playful mood; the sun is shining, and music is playing. So I put out my tongue.

A second later, the front tinted window opens, revealing the father driving, the mother in the passenger seat, a girl approximately 5 looking behind the boy, and the entire family sticking their tongues out at me! My mood remained positive for the rest of the day. © oseledich / Pikabu

Story 8

If my in-laws pick us up something at the store, we must pay them precisely what it costs. $12.42, $16.81, etc. If it amounted to $12.81 and we had $13.00 total, they will refund the 19 cents. Also, if we get something for them, we get the exact amount in cash. $7.82, $11.41, etc.

Christmas? Yes, we must all come as near as possible to spending the precise amount on each other. If I spend $12 on my father-in-law when we were only meant to spend $10, rest assured that I will receive $2 in the mail soon.

We invite them over for supper and order a pizza; they will calculate out how much their slices cost. So, if the pie cost $12.50, there were 8 pieces, and they had 4, we’d earn $6.24 from them. No matter how much we insist on not accepting money. It’s funny at this point, but still bizarre. © JV316 / Reddit

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Story 9

I rushed out of the apartment since I was late for work, only to find I had forgotten to bring my phone. I went back up to the fourth story and opened the door. My girlfriend was standing there with my phone in her hand and her own phone near her ear. “Good that you remembered about your phone so quickly,” she said. “I was going to call you.” © balnnspb / Pikabu

Story 10

I met a girl at a party and we woke up together. She fled in the morning because she was late, but I had a leisurely breakfast and had a bath. Then I noticed her earrings on the table. They were antique and heavy. She added that these were her great-grandmother’s.

I placed them in my pocket and went to her house to return them. A gorgeous lady in a robe who resembled her mother opened the door. “Please give these to Julia,” I said. She flinched, hesitantly accepted the earrings, and stared at me strangely.

— She forgot them at my place yesterday.

— Yesterday?

— Yes.

Pause.

— But Julia died 6 years ago!

I stood paralyzed, unsure what to say. But at that time, Julia dashed out of somewhere, crying angrily, “Mum!” Stop making fun of him. The mother laughed and offered me to coffee. This is how I met my future mother-in-law. © Serdobol / Pikabu

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Story 11

My half-sister’s husband abandoned her for a coworker of mine. The sister asked that I terminate her, or at the very least, accuse her of something and frame her. Does this imply that I should breach the law and deprive myself of a highly competent specialist simply because the man preferred that female over my sister?

My sister and mother said I betrayed them and that they do not want to see me again. Why is this my fault? My stepfather was the only person who supported me. © Overheard / Ideer

Story 12

All the food is specifically someone’s food. Can I get some chips? No, those are my father’s chips. Can I get a glass of orange juice? Nope, it’s my mother’s orange juice. It works for them, but it appears entirely selfish and irrational to me. © Unknown author / Reddit

Story 13

I feel foolish. I’ve always laughed at my mother and sister, and later at my wife, for making too much filling for a pie. There’s always enough leftover, so I can have it while the pie bakes. I always assumed they were simply unable to accurately measure meals.

But yesterday, I overheard my wife say to our daughter, “Make more filling. Daddy likes it very much. He always waits for it with a spoon.” © adedas / Pikabu