I have always felt a special connection to the wives of my husband's cousins. Because there are so many of them, someone is inevitably going through a similar stage in life or phase in childhood. When we were dating, there were cousins and girlfriends with whom to hang out with late into the night. When we were engaged, there were cousins and fiancés with whom to share wedding and honeymoon plans. When we were pregnant, there were others to compare doctor's instructions and bellies. And as the newborns arrived, we leaned on each other and shared our joys and challenges. In January, one of my husband's cousins and his brilliant and hot wife from Michigan took a cue from us and moved back into his parent's house with their four kids.
Turns out that she shares my own inferiority complex. She said that cooking "takes a lot of confidence because everyone knows that my Mother-in-Law really is the family's best cook."A couple days ago she tweeted an imagined note to her mother-in-law, "Dear MIL - You left explicit instructions for me to cook the escarole. Happy to report... I did it!" She also tweeted last week, "Dear MIL- am I supposed to prepare a beautiful lunch and sit with the cleaning lady, like you do?"
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