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This isn't selling eggs on the black market in the back room at the tattoo parlor.

Yeah; that would be why the Scriptures promote deep, dark secrets over honesty. He'd be unable to confess to his bishop too, or hope to get away with "gee honey, I just can't find my TR so I'll have to pass on this trip" for however long it takes to get it back.

There's my issue with his objection; you want something he's not able to provide, you have the means (which is not illegal, immoral or detrimental to the family) to provide it, and he's saying no because...as far as I can tell, because it makes him feel like he can't provide everything, which is exactly the case. $1900/year would put two kids through martial arts lessons at most dojos I've dealt with, (I'm sure he'd then object to the kids being able to provide some of their own security) or buy memberships at several zoos, museums, etc. for the whole family.

Price lawn mowing against violin lessons. The kid will be getting a lesson every 2-3 months. During the grass growing season. Assuming the local violin teacher doesn't already have this arrangement with someone else.

Outside, with a couple quarts of diesel and a match? Glancing along that stuff with a bare arm during a basketball or volleyball game is worse than hitting asphalt. Some kid is going to hit it face first one day and the bad PR is going to cost more than it could ever save.

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Yes, like the Divine preference for white shirts, green Jello and some sort of disturbing cross between burlap and corduroy as a wall covering.

You know, I sometimes wonder how often we "listen to the Spirit" sort of like those Perry Mason episodes where the lawyer keeps cutting off the witness at "yes, technically I suppose that could be true but..." "The Spirit said it's not quite the dumbest plan I've ever come up with. That means I'm Divinely inspired!"

Pretty sure every Judeo-Christian faith includes that whole Genesis 2:24 bit that makes it crystal clear where his priority needs to be. Irrelevant; his wife's happiness is something he has a duty to make a fuss over. I know a bull snake is nothing to make a fuss over. That doesn't mean I told my ex wife to stop bothering me about them.

Unfortunately, that is something you can never, ever Google for. (Trust me on this one. Just don't even try it. Pretend it's crystal meth; not even once.) Ask around at both the ward and stake level. Lots of good counselors are members. Even if there aren't any near you, someone is likely to know of a good one who is at least not anti-Mormon.

And the sky can be purple with neon green polka dots. Just not in any universe we have access to. "Avoiding drama" is the primary cause of serious drama. You can't make it go away by ignoring it, all you can do is shuffle it off to somewhere you can pretend it went away. In this case, the husband is shuffling it off onto his wife and pretending it's not worth doing anything[1] about. Clearly, it bothers her enough that she has attempted to address it multiple times, and then came here to seek advice, and yet he doesn't want to deal with it. You can't make that right. You have a lot to learn about practical applications of psychology. Or torture if you're not into subtlety. Sounds like she's tried that, and it's still leaving her unhappy with the situation. These are the kinds of things that, no matter how small we like to pretend they are, pile up and breed resentment over time. That's not good for a marriage, or any relationship for that matter. [1] Specifically, it's not worth challenging the unchallenged, unchecked head of his childhood household...and from the sound of it, not all that far from being the head of his current household, too, since he refuses to fulfill that duty wen she's involved. This is why children need two parents; to show them from the beginning that adults, even fathers righteously and confidently leading the household, are open to wise counsel and compromise.

One of the best things about this area is that mesquite is so plentiful, as long as you've got a chainsaw and an axe, people will pay you to take some. If you're willing to take it for free, you have to keep that a secret or people won't let you rest. Back when I had my lathe set up, I'd make a lot of mesquite pens, bowls, etc. All the scrap went in the grill, and in cold weather, sawdust went in a burner i used to heat the shop. It would get to where hot mesquite was all I could smell or taste for days...and I was fine with that.

But I'm sure he had lots of male role models at church, school, etc.

Then don't invite him to Christmas either. Take the kids and go spend the holiday with your family. Let them be toxic together without you as a buffer and see if he gets the hint.

"Here's where the nearest coven meets. No you can't borrow my broom to get there."

Quick quick slow slow. All you really need to work on until you've got that internalized. Short-step-and-together on the first two beats, then a two beat walk on each of 3-4 and 5-6. Also check YouTube under user "showheroff" for some basic drills you can work on. Careful, though; like anything else, you can find plenty of awful advice on YouTube mixed in with the good stuff. Also, YouTube user blong206b has a ton of other dance styles. I'd recommend working on foxtrot and waltz from his videos.

Some of the Dallas area mid singles go en masse to the country nightclubs, but even then, you're surrounded by people who came to drink and the dance floor is just an afterthought. Watch for real dance halls, where it's a ballroom size floor and a lounge size bar instead of acres of bar and a dance floor the size of an efficiency apartment. I'd have to say Billiy Bob's is the exception; there's a good size dance floor and although there's a bar pretty much every direction, you don't get treated like an annoyance when you're only ordering water or Coke, and they have dance lessons there fairly often and a low tolerance for problem drunks.

Always loved this scene because Debra Winger is trying so hard not to laugh during the "awkward pause." You can tell she knows just how true it is.

So where do you think tides come from?

You worry me.

Stop overcomplicating things. Men want two things; bacon, and if you can't guess the other, you're going to have to ask your bishop.

Then allow me to be the first. No mustaches, either. Lip length nose hair counts as a mustache.

Mine is $300/mo, and while it's only ~550sf plus 450sf of loft, not that long ago had a family of four living in it. Not one of the foreign families that's used to ten people sharing a small room, either; good old morbidly obese Americans.

Demerol can do that too. Sort of flattered that the neighbor who dropped by to see how I was doing didn't want an apology, though.

But wouldn't you agree that the women in that video would be doing their children a favor to work full time...in another state...and not come home on the weekends?