I absolutely hate most of my husband's side of the family. There's only a couple of people on his side that I like.
He has a cousin who's much older than us (my husband was the youngest grandchild of his grandparents on both sides of the family), and he and his wife are religious zealots who just drive me nuts! They think watching television except for religious programming is a 'sin', the wife accused me of going to a 'homosexual college', which I told her "Cool. I like gay people. At least they're not fake like some people are." Oh and of course the wife goes on and on about how she can't wait to get to heaven and get her rewards. She's in her early fifties, looks like she's seventy, and the outfits she wears she doesn't have the body for. And of course she's one of those Christians who go to church EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK. She's also very anti-feminine. She has 4 kids. Two daughters, two sons. She doesn't even speak to her daughters, and worships the ground her sons walk on (one of them is a preacher, which she is SO proud of, and it makes me want to vomit because she acts like it makes him such a great person)
Also, I stole my daughters pixie stix they got from Halloween, and I do it every year. My name is Cecelia, and I'm a Pixie Stix addict.
He has a cousin who's much older than us (my husband was the youngest grandchild of his grandparents on both sides of the family), and he and his wife are religious zealots who just drive me nuts! They think watching television except for religious programming is a 'sin', the wife accused me of going to a 'homosexual college', which I told her "Cool. I like gay people. At least they're not fake like some people are." Oh and of course the wife goes on and on about how she can't wait to get to heaven and get her rewards. She's in her early fifties, looks like she's seventy, and the outfits she wears she doesn't have the body for. And of course she's one of those Christians who go to church EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK. She's also very anti-feminine. She has 4 kids. Two daughters, two sons. She doesn't even speak to her daughters, and worships the ground her sons walk on (one of them is a preacher, which she is SO proud of, and it makes me want to vomit because she acts like it makes him such a great person)
Also, I stole my daughters pixie stix they got from Halloween, and I do it every year. My name is Cecelia, and I'm a Pixie Stix addict.
