...are mostly a bunch of buttheads. Sounds harsh, I know, but they're all either drunk or just plain mean (except my mom). My father told me that all of the things I do to keep stable are the things that give me IBS and my sister just hates everything.
My husband's family, on the other hand, is wonderful. From the first day they met me, they tried their best to be understanding of my diet even if they didn't really get it. And now, all these years later, it's just normal to them and they are more than willing to accommodate me or try what I'm having. I really lucked out when I married in to this family.
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