A Comparison
Sometimes I wonder what kind of family I have. I've sat down to dinner with my husband's family and we had a great time. Everyone was so polite and civilized. They all spoke to each other and the conversations were suitable for dinner. There was no fighting, no yelling, no vulgarities, it was wonderful. Tonight my mother made spaghetti and I sat down to dinner with my family, too. The differences were astounding. For one, one of my brothers was missing where as everyone in their family was present. Also, we didn't even wait for each other before they began to eat nor did they pray. Conversation began ok, but the mood soon changed when my brother began to talk about the toilet and what didn't get flushed down. There were complaints about vegetables and no one even thanked my Mum for the hard work she put into the meal. This was one of our better dinners, though. Usually, when my dad is present no one gets to talk at all and when he's not there, the conversation gets carried way too far and fighting ensues. It's become embarrassing to the point that I don't want to invite anyone over for dinner for fear that my brothers will start a food fight or mention sex. Sometimes I wish we were normal, but sadly, I think I fit in more with the barbarians than with polite society.
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