When my husband and I first became engaged, we went over to his mother’s house to make the announcement official. We walked into the living room; his arm was around my shoulder; and she was sitting on the sofa. He said, “Mom, we’re getting married!” She lowered her reading glasses; she looked at her son; she looked at me; she looked back at her son and replied, “Oh really? To whom?” AWKWARD.
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My first time having dinner with my boyfriend’s family, I sat between him and his somehwat tomboyish sister. My boyfriend’s mother immediately struck up small talk, which ended rather abruptly when she said “I’m so glad you are dating [boyfriend’s name], I’ve always wanted a daughter.” My boyfriend’s sister didn’t say anything. Awkward.
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This family will be starring in their own drama this fall on the WB.
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Generational differences can be put aside in a galaxy far far away.
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My mother was a beautiful woman but of low self image. To compensate for this, she liked to wear revealing clothing. We still tell stories of the backless “Victoria Secret” dress my mother would wear to pick us up at school. Still knowing all of this, I invited my future husband (then boyfriend) to meet my mother. I tried to build her up for him, saying she was tall and good looking… so we walk up to her door and ring the door bell. The entrance is a good 6 inches higher then the entrance step. My mother throws opens the door and is wearing nothing but a string bikini made out of the Texas Flag, star on one DD size boob, red and blue strip on the other exactly at my husbands eye level… Awkward.
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