tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528254.post307759875666588208..comments2007-10-16T23:29:25.419-05:00MidlifeMutanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12292250272324132936noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528254.post-90461206240222546452007-10-16T23:29:00.000-05:002007-10-16T23:29:00.000-05:00I lived with my inlaws before they were my inlaws.... When I was in college, I lived at home with my parents and commuted to school. At some point during all of that, my parents divorced. My mom found a two bedroom apartment and told me I was welcome to sleep on the couch until I could find a place to stay. And there was no way in hell I was going to live with my dad. I'd rather live in a car. <BR/><BR/>I was talking (whining) to my then-boyfriend (now my hubby) about what I was going to do. I had no clue. He piped up, "just come live here". (He was doing the same thing at the time - living at home and commuting to college. His parents wouldn't let him live in the dorms after he failed most of a semester.) <BR/><BR/>He talked to his parents about it. I talked to his parents about it. I got to move into the spare bedroom. (Separate floor on the opposite end of the house as then-boyfriend, lol.) <BR/><BR/>I lived there for 5 months while I quit school, got a full-time job and then I got an apartment of my own. I actually enjoyed living with them. I really got to know them much better and we all got along very well, so it was a nice thing. Weird, but nice. ;)Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233295478812395714noreply@blogger.com