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[Brian37]

Fuck both of you. I don't care if you killed it or not. 

So long ago, I was dating, and my now X Japanese wife, and I wanted to get married. But she insisted on eloping, I wanted to tell her parents.  But she won out, and we got married here in the states by a local justice of the court. She tells them weeks after, of course any parent would be mad. BUT AGAIN, it was not my idea. 

So finally we fly to Japan so I could meet them. And when they asked me why I didn't tell them before, I pointed to my x wife, which was the truth.

Anywho to get to food, which is what this thread is about. One morning I go into their kitchen, and her mom was preparing food. Suddenly in front of me is a small plate, like a side plate at a breakfast joint holding bacon or fruit. But no, it was this jet black ink with a sliver of squid tentacle.  I looked at it, looked upwards to her mom, who looked down at me and smiled as if to say, " EAT IT MOTHERFUCKER" 

And I looked back up at her in a whimper, and said "ok". It was like walking into a Office Depot, slicing open a package of Bic Pens and sucking out the ink.

Your former wife isn't Japanese any more?

How odd.

So humans who hook up, born in the same country, or meet being born in different countries,  never get to the point where they decide it isn't working out?

So I am solely responsible for American Japanese relationships?

My former wife is Japanese. But our breakup is no different than other breakup in our species history.

It is possible VIA the story I just posted, to find humor in human contact, and accept things change. 

I love my x wife, and her mother did not do anything that any mother in the world would do in questioning the motives of someone who would try to date or marry. 

Of course my x is Japanese, where the fuck did I claim she was not?