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Let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from Complaint Helpful 72, and says, am I the arsoul for leaving

my husband for him and his parents' rude behavior? And before we do get into the story, I just want to

give you a warning. It does contain death of a parent, emotional abuse, mentions of cancer as

well. So if you do want to skip the story time stamps are always down in the

description and along the timeline below. Thank you. And it says, I 25 female have been married to 24

male for four years. The first two years of our marriage, we were stationed in North Carolina,

but have since moved to Texas where his family lives. Since moving to Texas,

I've gotten to know my in-laws and what I know is that they are all disrespectful. All of them,

almost as if it's hereditary. Here's a few examples. I'm Korean and my husband's family is Mexican.

My sister-in-law tried bulgargi, which is beef

marinated in a sweet sauce and gagged in front of me when she took a bite of it, spitting it out

and complaining that she didn't expect it to taste like that. Every time we go out to eat,

my in-laws will run the waiters back and forth, asking for special requests and refills. But if they don't

like the food or they forget one item that they ordered, they will literally tip the way to change

from out of their pocket. I'm talking like $5 on $120 bill, even if their service was amazing. If we

go into a store or go to the gym and it's about to close, it will be the last people to leave.

And not last, as in, they close 9pm and they are leaving at 9pm.

Last as in, they close at 9pm and we're barely walking out the door at 9.15.

Every time an instance like this happens, my husband and I get into it.

They usually end with my husband making excuses like that's just the way my family is, or I don't

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