In the tumultuous aftermath, I became involved with a man who was a starving artist and going though an extremely difficult period of his own life. Think of what a relief it will be to break bread with this family without picking cat hair out of the butter.įour years ago, my husband of nearly 20 years came home, told me he didn’t want to be married any longer, and moved out that day. It would also be a revelation for the children to see how normal people live. You say you wish you knew your nieces and nephews better, so even if you don’t have enough beds, the kids can have a slumber party on the floor for a night, and all of you can catch up. Instead, invite this family for a visit, either over this holiday weekend or sometime soon. But I lean toward your skipping Thanksgiving. If chewing and swallowing at the feast is impossible, push the food around on your plate, then when you get in the car, you’ll have something edible when you make your escape. If you decide to go, surely you aren’t planning to spend the night, so pack a cooler with sandwiches. You’re right that they haven’t been there long enough for the place to be condemned, although unsanitary pet conditions can create an ammonia stench in short order. I can understand your reluctance to bring fork to lips at their home. How sad that these kids have probably never had a friend visit them twice, and that they have been isolated from family because their parents are pathological. Thanks so much for that gag-inducing description of the turkey being tongue-bathed by the cats and the cats then parading across the sweet potato casserole, leaving crunchy bits behind. I have told my husband that I am willing to take one for the team, but he says he just doesn’t think he can get the fork to his mouth, let alone chew and swallow. Hurt feelings and disappointed children loom large. We don’t have kids and are not going away, so I don’t see a way out of this. We are trying to tell ourselves she hasn’t been in the new house long enough for real damage, but we can’t get out of our minds the likelihood of the cats basting the bird by licking it, then climbing across the table after visiting the litter box. Our guilt is compounded by the emails telling us how excited their children are at the possibility of spending time with us. We have missed getting to know our nieces and nephews because we just can’t get past the nausea-inducing odors of multiple pets that hit us in the face when the front door opens. They are eager for us to share their first holiday meal there. They narrowly escaped getting sued over the condition of their last rental. Recently, she and her husband were able to purchase a home-a few hours’ drive from us-for them and their children. She is a warm, thoughtful, family-loving person whose feelings are easily hurt. She is also filthy beyond belief-call-the-health-department filthy. My husband’s sister has invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. But good luck convincing your wife that you’d like her to spend more money on her wardrobe. I think a clothing-optional option is only fair for your children, as long as it is truly an option. Surely, once your son refuses to let his naked mother wrestle him out of his clothes, he will also start wishing every time he looked at his mother he didn’t have a daily reminder of whence he came. I learned at the colony that children raised to let it all hang out start wanting to cover it up once puberty hits. For one thing, if the clothes come off when the kids come home, that means no other playmates are allowed over. (I also learned that gravity is a force that all must reckon with.) Your wife is a second-generation nudist and she is trying to turn her kids into a third. I once hung out at a nudist colony for a Slate article, where I discovered I am most emphatically a “textilist.” After spending the day with a couple hundred naked people, I came to the conclusion that no one should take off their clothes, ever. You say your wife is a “bit of a nudist.” But from your description, I take this to mean that she reluctantly puts on clothes only when not doing so would get her arrested. I wonder if the mail carrier, just as a courtesy mind you, instead of pushing the mail through the slot, always makes sure to hand it to the lady of the house.
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