For some mysterious reason, I have been married to two women who have had many brothers. My current wife has five. My former wife had seven. (surely my next will only have three
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I have been low dawg, scum in the minds of both sets of brothers-in-law, except for one example in each case (... but possibly one other in the previous marriage; much confusion still exists)
One of my previous Bs-I-L tried to tutor me in the proper way to BEAT his sister (my first wife, the most sought treasure of my existence at the time), in order to do her a favor and make her life better, along with making my life better. He was old school Hispanic and just knew that all of his sister's problems could be solved by a man willing to beat her into some form of submissive bitch. I could not do this, even though I could not cypher other means to solve all our problems. (Obviously, since she eventually began to hate me enough to keep a son away from me for all these many years)
She was a fucking awesome example of womanhood. There was no fucking way some lame assed 'tard beating the fuck out of her could take that away from her. I was a mere child at twenty (and later, some more), but I could see this, clear as day from the very beginning of his "sage council". I never once harmed her, even at her brother's extended prompting. (... a brother who was genuinely (in his fucked up mind) trying to "save" her from certain doom).
He may have been the eldest, a police officer, and had their mother's ear, but he was the first one of her brothers I rejected, despite his perfunctory acceptance of me.
I am most curious to meet this son at some point, now that life has settled down a bit between us. If he turns out to be autistic, as I suspect he is from the stories I've heard, that would be four out of four autistic offspring from one old 'tard who never knew any better.
I KNEW not to beat the woman, though. She is not at fault for her upbringing.