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which comes from a monster in the kitchen and says,

me 25 female with my boyfriend, 27 males, mom, asked her to teach me some recipes, and shit hit

the fan.

Hey all, I'm in a bit of a loss right now.

My boyfriend, Dan, and I have been together for a little over two years. No relationship is

perfect but basically ours is as good as it can be. Little conflict, maximum happiness, everything

is wonderful. Yada, yada, yada. My family adores him. His dad seems to like me just fine, but for some reason

his mom, Carol, has never been too fond of me.

I don't push too hard. I'm really respectful whenever I'm around her. I bring her gifts for her

birthdays and holidays. She's never given me one. Not that I care. It's just kind of strange

since I've been around for a while. Always try to help out when I can, etc. And yet,

she's always been fairly cold to me. Not outright rude and terrible, just cold. I kind of wrote

it off figuring out she's just a tough nut to crack. Anyway, my boyfriend and I recently finished

our master's degrees and were feeling bored with our jobs and figured,

what the hell, let's move to a different country. When we told the families, everyone was ecstatic

for us, except Dan's mom. Which wasn't really surprising. We both have jobs lined up, so it's not

like we'll be bumming around or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with traveling.

I'm a huge advocate.

So the only reason she's not on board with it is because Dan won't be living 25 miles

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