Tom is my Father-in-Law, my husband's dad, my son's papa, and the only man I actually LOVE to argue with. He loves it too I think. We relish the opportunity! He sits and thinks of despicable things to say to me, things that will push every possible button just to provoke and get a rise out of me. I am not making this shit up! He does this on purpose and tells me so!! The reason it's okay is because I know he wouldn't do it if he didn't love me. I think he actually loves me more than he even knows he does. That might be a bold statement, but I believe it to be true. I think he would ignore my existence if he actually thought I should be a better wife to his son, a less lazy mother, a more beautiful thinner woman, a more productive house wife, a bit smarter, or more willing to have a gazillion babies, but I know he wouldn't trade me in for anyone else in the whole world! And over the years he has taught me how to dish it right back at him. I can hold my own, don't even worry about that! One thing is for sure, HE LOVES my homemade buttermilk biscuits, AND that I am his daughter-in-law.
