Hey, this is Sam. This is John. We're the ancient okay story time podcast host. And we have some ancient wisdom in the stories coming up. If you want to hear the wisdom from two old heads that know more than they know what to do with, you're going to have to wait for a quick message from our sponsors for the next two minutes or so. This is an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed human. My mother-in-law said I'd ruin her son's life, so I banned her from our wedding.

Ah, I'm gonna ruin his life.

My husband, 36 male and I, 33 female, have known each other since we were teens.

But our lives went separate ways until about three years ago. When I met my husband

again, his mother, my mother-in-law, was living with him. I didn't see an issue with this, as it's not

like he was living with her, and I could clearly tell he wasn't a mama's boy. In fact, he disagreed

with his mother quite often, but was always good about holding his tongue

and keeping the peace.

By the way, this comes from Safe University, 833. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R-slash-OK Storytime sub-reddit. I'm Sophia. I'm Dakota. I'm Carly. We are here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers. we only know what we'd do, so let us know what you would do in the comments. About three months

into us seeing each other, my husband and his mother

got into an argument. She insisted he built a privacy fence in his front yard because the local

troublemakers across the street made her uncomfortable. He refused as not only is it not permitted where we live

to do so, but because it was tacky and ridiculous. This caused a huge fight in which she told her she

had to go and she promptly moved her things out. Oddly enough though, they were fine the next day

and he helped her move her belongings back in. Fast forward about six months later, it's Easter 2024.

She had us come over to help move things.

She moved again to her second place since my husband's house.

While we were there, she asked to give my stepdaughter, five years old at the time, her Easter basket.

She had made her.

She made all of her grandchildren one that year.

I myself have three children of my own,

13 male, 12 female, and 8 male. All four children were with us while we were helping her move.

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