My father is a man of uncertain character, and any little problem he solves, consulting with my mother. I have never called the police in my life, when the neighbors were bullshit, I do not remember to argue with them at least once - my mother always dealt with such issues.
There is such an observation that the daughter chooses a husband similar in character to her father. I think there is a part of truth in that.
I sit with my parents and drink tea. Calls my faithful - filled the neighbors. I tell him what he should do, and at the same time ask how to clean up the brains of the neighbors. He doesn’t want to do anything without me. I call the mother-in-law with the same requests - the one: yes, he likes to hide behind other people's backs, but don't worry, say, I'll put it in order.
So why am I: it was funny from Bati then to hear that my husband is not a man.