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This is John.

The OG Storytime podcast hosts.

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I refuse to be nice to my husband's parents, and it made him upset.

Well, yeah.

My husband of one and a half years, let's call him Jonathan, is Indian, and I'm Southeast Asian.

We met at work, fell in love, got married, and I moved to the big city here in the U.S.

to be with him where he's based.

By the way, this comes from just no Indian mother-in-law, and if you want to submit your own stories, go to R-slash-OK Storytime Suburdit. So, we are doing well financially, as we both have good jobs in the city. We are double-income, no-kids or dinks. So we're able to buy a house in the suburbs. One hour away from the city to which we commute every day from work. I drive both of us to work as I'm the only one with driving experience. I have made it clear to him from the very beginning that I hate living with other people. Don't like having issues with roommates or extended family. And for the first year of our marriage, I stayed at home while he worked as I was waiting for my work permit.

And during this time, I played 50's housewife and did everything for him.

Cleaning, laundry, cooking, other errands.

Now that we both have jobs and are more financially secure, he invites his mom and dad, both are Indian and in their 60s from India and told me that they would like to visit for six to

nine months.

Six to nine months?

That's also a big disparity, you know, like saying six to nine months.

Yeah, true.

Because six months is already a lot, but like, they're just being like, yeah, there might be

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