Watermark710

My mother-in-law is not long for this world. I've known this woman since I was 14. She took care of me when my own mother kicked me out for dating a Mexican girl (my now-wife). She opened her home to me. She made dinner for me more times than I can count (and taught me to cook). She bought my clothes through most of High School. She taught me to drive. She taught me how to use a bank account. She was there for me when my father died, and then she was there for me again when my mom died. She showed me what a good parent is like. She's the kindest person I've ever known. I've never heard her say anything bad about anyone. This woman doesn't have a hateful bone in her body. She has no evil in her heart. I've spent the past 37 years holding her up as a role model for my own life.

When my wife and I had an unplanned baby at age 19, she stepped up and helped any time we needed it. She never made us feel guilty. She never guilt tripped us. She gave us nothing but love, and help. If my own mom knew I had a half Mexican baby, she'd be furious. But my MiL never judged me for being white.

She even moved to a different state (NJ-->PA) with us when we decided to relocate to my realize my dream of buying a restaurant. She lives in a MiL suite above my garage, rent free. She still insists on cooking for the family sometimes. I'm at work right now, and she's smoking some goat for our tacos tonight. I won't get home for about 5.5hrs, and I bet she's going to have my tacos ready when I walk in the door.

But age is age, we all get old, and eventually we die. That time is coming for her soon. She'll be lucky to see another full year. I'm going to miss her terribly. I can (and do) dump ridiculous amounts of money into her care, and it's worth it. But it isn't going to be much longer until the doctors tell me there's nothing they can do. I am dreading that day.

I can't unload this on my wife, it wouldn't be fair. She can see the writing on the wall. And she is going to be hurting much more than I am when push comes to shove. I'm going to be the "strong" one, and support her. But Jesus fucking Christ, I am going to miss my MiL so much.

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Paragraph 1) It gets very hot here.

Paragraph 2) Even in the winter, we just turn the heat on.

Paragraph 3) I shit a lot.

In short, your teacher was an idiot.

"It's Swedish for blue shark."

It's really not complicated.

Only when hunting season is open. One bear gets me 80-100lbs of meat. Bear is great for stew, chili, or burgers. Not so good for steaks or roasts.

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The climate is colder in North America

It's gonna be 81f (27c) where I live today, and it's not even summer yet. At the peak of summer, we regularly get temperatures over 100f (~38c). We've even seen 111f (43.8c) in my state, and I don't live in the hottest state, not by a long shot. Your teacher was incredibly ignorant.

It does get really cold here in the winter, but thankfully humans have developed these things called heaters, so it's not cold indoors. I go from my heated house, to my heated garage, get into my car (which also has heat), and drive to my heated workplace, or the heated supermarket. Then I do the same trip in reverse. I'm only exposed to the extreme cold for 2-3 minutes the whole trip.

As far as shitting, I have IBS-D. I'd be so fucking happy if I could manage to only shit once a day. On bad days, I'm on the toilet 10-12 times.

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I bet small amounts on NFL games when the season is active. $10-$20 a week.

I go to the casino a couple times a year with a set amount of money (usually $500), and if I lose that money, I leave.

I'm glad it's legal. Some folks get addicted, and that sucks, but the same can be said about booze, prescription drugs, and even food. We don't need a nanny state banning things because some people go overboard.

I use Facebook to communicate with my family, since that's where our group chat is. I don't use my real name on there, but rather [MiddleName] [Grandmother'sMaidenName], and my profile pic is a cat. Sometimes I post pics of particularly good meals I made, so they come up in the "memories" feed and remind me to cook them again.

I follow a lot of chefs on Instagram, mainly for inspiration and to find new recipes.

That's the extent of my traditional social media use.

The discount grocery places near me are incredible. They recently had eggs for 50 cents a dozen. They currently have 10lb cases of knockoff brand Steak-Umms for $37, meanwhile in the normal grocery store a 27 ounce "value pack" is $11. If you're a snacky kind of person, they sell a 50 count variety pack of Wise brand chips for $5, while at Walmart the 40 count box of store brand chips is $16. 12oz packs of bacon are only $1.99, while the Walmart is charging $7. Shopping there feels like using a cheat code.

The only downside is that you never know what you're gonna find there. You can't go in with a list and expect to check all the items off. I like to go in with my list, and low expectations. Then anything I can't get there, I go to the normal grocery store.

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I volunteer at a food pantry and a soup kitchen, and neither of them does any means testing at all. No paperwork, no questions other than the food pantry asking how many people are in your family so they know how many boxes to give you. Each box is ~30lbs of food. We give out rice, beans, canned veg, canned meat, and in the summer, some fresh fruit and veg grown on some land the church owns. We used to give out a lot of potatoes, but then the guy we were getting them from decided that selling them to the pig farm was a better idea then giving them to humans in need.

The link to the article is literally at the top of the page you posted this comment on. Just scroll up. Why do I need to post something that OP already posted?

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Oh no way, was she hilariously bad with strapon or just fingerblast you?

Thank you for proving my point. You're literally joking about rape to a rape victim. You wouldn't do that if I was a woman. Rape is hilarious (when it happens to men).

I get it. People couldn't take two minutes to watch a video, so they downvoted me without even knowing what I meant. I knew the risk when I made the comment.

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