My sister-in-law is copying me.

December 14, 2011

My husband gave me a gorgeous and unusual necklace for my birthday. His sister wants their mother to buy one for her for Christmas. My mother-in-law called me today to ask me where it came from, and I told her I don’t know. I called my husband and told him that if his mother calls and asks, he should tell her he forgot where he got it. Am I being a baby? I don’t want my stupid sister-in-law to have the same necklace as me. She lives one town over and I see her all the time, and I know she would wear it all the time.

One time, one of my sisters-in-law was wearing the cutest pair of sparkly clogs (cute ones, not Swedish hippie orthopedic ones), and I asked, all casual-like, “Hey, sis, where’d you get those adorable shoes?” and she told me, and I went out the very next day and bought the exact same pair. In my defense, she lives across the country, and never knew I had them until this fall, which was about two years later. So it worked out fine.

Your sister-in-law, however, is way worse than I am, and I was totally shady about the whole clog thing. She should know better than to even ask. And frankly, your mother-in-law should know better, too, and shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. If your husband is comfortable with lying, then I say go for it.

I feel intense dislike for my boyfriend’s parents. Okay, fine. I hate them.

December 13, 2011

My boyfriend’s parents are controlling, patronizing shitheads. They’re delusional and actually think they’re in the right when no one else does, though I’m guessing they’ve never stopped to ask for a second opinion. Any sage advice?

Let’s talk about jean shopping for a minute. What would you do if you were trying on jeans and you found the perfect pair…perfect, that is, in every single way except for huge gaping hole in the crotch? Would you say, “Hey, these jeans have great pockets, they make my ass look amazing, they’re a perfect length for heels AND flip flops, my muffin top isn’t squoozing out over the top, and my thighs aren’t packed into them like a pair of Jimmy Deans, so I’m just going to ignore the fact that there’s no crotch and buy them anyway!”? I bet you wouldn’t. You would probably think, “It’s too bad there’s one horrible flaw to these otherwise perfect pants. Otherwise, I would totally buy them.”

Or you maybe would think, “These jeans are so incredibly perfect that I’m willing to make the effort to sew a little crotch patch into them, or perhaps I’ll just get used to having a cool breeze on my labial area. That’s how great they are…I’m going to learn to live with them.” I think, if you were to go this route, you really would have to explore all your other options for all the other jeans out there, because you’re going to have to wear them for a long, long, long time, and that crotch hole is never going to completely go away.

(Do you understand what I’m saying? Your boyfriend is the jeans. His parents are the gaping crotch hole. He better be really, really, really super worth it.)

I just found out my boyfriend is going through a divorce. Do I split?

December 5, 2011

If you had been dating a guy for a couple months and he was a great boyfriend, but a little closed off, and he finally fessed up that he was going through an incredibly complicated and difficult divorce, would you run or stay?

I wouldn’t do either. I’d meander.

It’s not great that he didn’t tell you up front about his divorce, but it’s possible his intentions were good. Maybe he likes you a lot, and didn’t want to scare you off with a mean ex-wife, or maybe he didn’t want to talk about something so personal until he was really sure he trusted you and had strong feelings for you and could confide in you.

So I wouldn’t run screaming in the other direction, but I wouldn’t sit around on Saturday night waiting for him to call. By throwing all your eggs in his recently-divorced basket, you could be setting yourself up for heartbreak in the future, especially if you’re the first and only person he dated since his wife. This could be good for you, though; you said he’s a great boyfriend, so just enjoy him as he is, take things slowly, and see what happens.

I was fighting with my sister, and then my husband got involved, and now everyone is fighting with everyone.

December 2, 2011

This is a long story. My sister, “Julie,” and I are not on good terms. We fight a lot on the phone, in person, and especially over email. I got an email from her that said some hurtful, terrible things about me, and also said some terrible things about my husband’s brother, who lives nearby and who she saw the last time she came to visit. 

In my hurt and anger, I showed the email to my husband. He was upset that she was mean to me, but very, very offended and angry about the things she said about his brother. Despite my begging him not to, my husband wrote an email to my sister telling her not to say things like that about his brother. 

Shit really blew up after his email. Now Julie is furious at me and said I broke a sacred bond of trust between sisters, the rest of my family is angry at me for showing my husband the email, and my husband is non-apologetic and thinks he has every right to defend his brother. Am I a bad sister? Did I break a sacred bond? What do I do to fix this?

I tell my husband all kinds of secrets, without shame. I do this because it’s akin to telling a house plant or a chunk of ricotta salata. Immediately after hearing my story, he’ll have no memory of the fact that my friend Mary is pregnant from an alien who abducted her in a field, and then he’ll see Mary at the grocery store with her little green martian baby and say, “Hey, I didn’t even know you were expecting. Cute kid!” This is why I like telling him things. I get the satisfaction of sharing without the stress of worrying that he’ll let it slip to someone else.

If my husband were the type to go shooting off impassioned emails to my psychotic sister who is prone to fighting, blame, weeping, and dramatics, I wouldn’t tell him anything, not even what we’re having for dinner that night. So in that case, you were wrong. 

But you know who is more wrong? Your dolt of a husband, who took it upon himself to self-righteously email Julie to defend his brother, who didn’t even need defending, since Julie’s complaints about him weren’t going to go any further than your living room. You begged him not to say anything because you knew if he did, you were going to be in a shit load of trouble, and he didn’t care, and he did it anyway. Ugh.

You should apologize to your sister, and tell her you shouldn’t have shared her email and that you’re sorry. Then your husband should apologize to her, and to you (like 4,000 times), and to the rest of your family for starting a big fat fight when clearly everyone was already ready to rumble and just looking for an excuse. 

Your husband can’t be trusted in certain situations, and that’s something you need to accept and then act accordingly. And stop fighting with your sister. It’s not going to do any good. You’re not going to change her mind about whatever is bugging her, and fighting is stressful and pointless. Ignore her email rants, be nice to her in person, even if you want to strangle her, and limit your interaction with her as much as you can. 

I like my friend’s brother.

December 1, 2011

Okay…it started a few years ago when I first met my friend’s younger brother. I didn’t think about him at all in that relationship kind of way because we were both seeing other people at the time. Some time went by, a few relationships here and a few breakups there and poof, we met up a few weeks ago.  It was really nice seeing him. He’s now divorced and moving on…I’m single and enjoying life…the difficult thing was, I realized I kind of liked him.  

So, I guess, my dilemma is…I’ve kept in touch with him more than his sister and was wondering if it would be awkward for family dynamics. Secondly, do I  tell him…”Hey, I kind of like you” and take it from there, OR, do I just acknowledge that I have these feelings and move on? I don’t want it to be awkward for anyone, but probably also afraid of a little bit of rejection.  

What are my options in this situation?

Many of my friends have hot brothers. Sometimes, this has totally worked to my advantage (you know who you are, hot stuff) and sometimes it’s resulted in awkward and embarrassing situations that made me want to get reconstructive surgery on my face and move to Australia (you know who you are, but we will never acknowledge knowing each other ever again so it doesn’t matter).

You’re coming from a hooray! standpoint. You’re better friends with the boy than the girl, he seems interested in spending time with you, and as long as the two of you don’t openly discuss the intricate details of your weekend getaway in the Poconos at the family dinner table, it’s okay for you to date the brother. It’s absolutely fine, and even sweet of you to be concerned.

And I wouldn’t tell him that you like him. I hate when people do that; it adds needless pressure. I’ve been in situations before where I totally was into a boy, and as soon as he how much he liked me, I thought, “Eeeeeeeeuw,” and never wanted to see him again. So instead of making a grand proclamation, maybe just try to spend some time with him. Have fun together. See what happens. It’s okay to invite him somewhere–”Hey, Bob, want to go to the races this weekend?”–as long as you don’t awkwardly invite him somewhere. (“Hey, Bob, I really want to get into your pants, want to go to the races this weekend and then make out in your car?”

My mother-in-law wants to take our turkey on a road trip.

November 19, 2011

We’re having Thanksgiving at our house, and my mother-in-law, who lives over four hours away, is obsessed with wanting to bring the turkey. She’s mentioned it about ten times, and I’ve told her no ten times. She wants to cook a turkey, put it in the car, and drive it to my house. She won’t let it go. What else can I say? Does my husband have to get involved?

After my husband and I got married, and the photos from that blessed day came back (this was back in 2003 before digital cameras, automobiles, Facebook, and fire were invented), my mother-in-law immediately decided that her son, my husband, was too skinny at our wedding. Instead of sighing and saying, “Oh, well,” and moving on with her life, she came to the more logical conclusion that we should dress up in our wedding attire, go to a church, and get our pictures re-taken after my husband had eaten some doughnuts and filled out a little.Yes, you read that right. She wanted us to re-enact our wedding so she could have pictures of our special day where my husband was a weight that she liked.

Sometimes, mothers-in-law just get ideas into their heads and they can’t be dissuaded for love or money, or logic or the inability to go back in time and get fatter. Our job, as daughters-in-law, is to hear what they’re saying, accept that this is what they want, and then find a way to work it into our lives. If she’s hell-bent on bringing a turkey, let her. Make your own, and tell her you might need two anyway, and then just don’t eat the one filled with salmonella and make sure your husband eats a lot of it so her feelings aren’t hurt. Or ask her to come early, or the night before, so you can spend some time cooking together. Or tell her, “I really love your mashed potatoes, can you make those, instead?”

Or just get pregnant. That’s what I did. I put her off for a year, and then I got pregnant, and then there was no way we were re-taking those photos with a pregnant bride in them.

 


I slept with my boyfriend’s dad. And have I mentioned that I’m young-looking?

November 11, 2011

I am a 35 year old woman and I am dating a guy who is 28. He does not mind the age difference, nor do I. Also, people tell me that I look much younger. The other night my boyfriend and I went to dinner with his father, who is a widower. He is 51. I felt that his dad was kind of “flirting” with me all through dinner and I have to admit, I was flattered. His dad is extremely attractive and I have had a “thing” for older men in the past. (Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my own father left the family when I was 5.) My boyfriend, who is an ER doctor, was called in to work before we finished dinner and he asked his dad to drive me home. When we arrived at my house we sat in my driveway for almost an hour talking. I invited him  in for coffee, which we never had, because the minute we got inside we ripped each other’s clothes off and had the most amazing sex I think I’ve ever had in my life! I have not seen my boyfriend since this happened and I don’t know what to do! I am attracted to his dad, but I still have feelings for my boyfriend. What should I do next? Thanks!

Move to Alaska and start over. Seriously

I understand that you’re very young-looking and people tell you that all the time which is really special, and you also have daddy issues, and that you’ve written a very interesting letter to me which sounds vaguely like something I’ve read before in a Cosmopolitan magazine advice column (seriously, who says they ripped someone’s clothes off?).

The dad is a skank for sleeping with his son’s girlfriend. You’re a skank for sleeping with your boyfriend’s dad. They clearly don’t have a good relationship with each other (or at least they shouldn’t) and any relationship you have with either one of them is going to suck. I think you need to leave these poor men to their dysfunctional relationship and start fresh by working on your self-esteem and taking a good hard look at the roots underneath your love of drama, lack of accountability for your actions, and inability to really care for another person without making it all about you.

And I also think that when you break up with your boyfriend, you should tell him what happened between you and his father. The poor kid needs to know.

I can’t help correcting people.

November 9, 2011

I have a tendency to correct people when they are doing something incorrect or not optimal. Much to my dismay and detriment, I come across as an asshole. I try to subdue this tendency, but I think it is just part of my nature, and therefore not correcting people seems to be not acting as my true self.

This is a fine trait to have at work, but I see that it’s a problem in my interpersonal relationships with my family, friends, and particularly with my new girlfriend, who has told me on numerous occasions that it is frustrating and disappointing when I behave this way.

How can I correct people without making them feel like I’m criticizing them? I’ve tried waiting until we are not in the moment when they are doing something wrong, and saving it for later so as not to seem like it is a bigger deal than it is, but that is problematic, too. Do I need to stop doing this completely? I want to live an honest life, where I express myself fully, but I definitely do not want to push people away.

You may correct a person if:

  • he’s in the middle of asking a non-pregnant woman when she is due
  • her skirt is tucked into her underpants in the back and she’s about to walk down the street or into a party
  • her blind insistence on following the GPS lady’s directions is leading you off a cliff or into the middle of a gang fight
  • the cheese he’s about to put on his sandwich is actually just really old milk

Other than these situations, and maybe a couple other life-or-death circumstances I can’t think of right now, shut your face.

 

 

I’m an airhead. Help!

October 24, 2011

I come off as a total airhead, and I hate it. I’m smart and well-educated, but I have trouble focusing and I can be a little silly sometimes, which isn’t a great quality when you’re my age. I run the biggest account at my company, but I’m still perceived as a dingbat. How can I change this?

The other day I was putting gas in my giant, sexy, maroon minivan, and the gas wasn’t coming out, and I was getting really mad, and I was like, the gas pump is broken! My car is broken! My credit card is broken! Everything in the whole entire world is broken and not working and now I’m going to kick the concrete gas pump median and then report Mobil to the Better Business Bureau and I’m going to write a letter to Senator Patrick Leahy about this!

And then I realized that instead of putting the gas nozzle into the side of my giant, sexy, maroon minivan, I had put it back into the holder in the gas pump.

As a professional dingbat, I feel for you…just when you want to be taken seriously, people are like, “Do that thing again where you drink wine through your nose!” I fear that the damage is done, though. No one is going to think of you first when they need help doing their tax return, but so what? That’s boring. And someone obviously recognizes your value as a professional, because you’re running a huge account and haven’t gotten fired yet. As long as your ditziness doesn’t mean missing deadlines, forgetting to show up for meetings, or wearing your panties on your head during a client presentation just for fun, then I think you should be proud of your quirkiness and continue to rock at your job.

I gave my boyfriend an ultimatum. How long do I have to wait for him to call me back?

September 13, 2011

Let’s pretend you and your boyfriend got into an argumentative sort of discussion. In the heat of the conversation, you gave him an ultimatum and told him you either had to get engaged soon or break up. Now let’s pretend he said, “I’m going to have to think about that,” and then didn’t call you for two days. How long would you give him before you called him?

I’d call him after one day; I can’t believe the pretend you even waited longer than three hours. But I wouldn’t have been calling him to be like, “Hey, buddy, so…have you made up your mind about the whole spending-eternity-with-me thing?” I would have been calling to say, “Hey, jacknugget, no need to worry about deciding whether or not you want to get engaged, because I just got engaged to a large bottle of vodka and a road trip to Vegas with my friends to celebrate my freedom from you.”

I’m sure you’re regretting the ultimatum. It was kind of a dumb thing to say in the middle of a fight, but there it is. You threw it out there because you meant it. You’re sick of waiting for him to commit. So you said it, and by not calling, he’s giving you an answer. I think if you want to marry someone who loves and respects you, you’re lucky you got in a fight and gave him an ultimatum, because he’s showing you who he really is.

Even if he didn’t want to get married, the right thing to do would have been to discuss it right away (or at least as soon as he cooled down from your fight), not make you wait for a couple days. I’m generally against ultimatums, but in this case, even though it didn’t quite work out the way you wanted, it worked out for the best.


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