My Hungarian Times...

Patrick Tivader and I met 4 years ago in Missisauga, while we were both applying for a seat in business management. I was a substitute English teacher and he was unemployed at the time, but it was love at first sight! Although he was 5 years older than me, I seemed to always protray the belly button in our relationship. Things had to be done “my way or it was the high way”, the famous quote that would be recited by me if Patrick had gotten on my last nerves. As time went by, and evolved into years, we were thinking about tieing the knot. While living in Missisauga, Patrick stayed with me, my parents and our dog, Bones. Bones and Patrick never seemed to get along, the damn dog would always run away from him, which would cause Pat to chase him all over town.. LMAO. Bones always great at making people look like nuff nuff’s, especially Pat! I felt that Pat had enough with my family, and it was time to meet my future mother-in-law (Pats father passed away a couple of years ago) Only problem was that, Pat’s entire family was in Hungary. Not only were they not fond of our relationship I had the feeling that they never liked my phone call chats with them either, all the more nerve racking.I remember my very first phone chat with Pat’s mother:

Örülök hogy találkoztunk (Its good to meet you)
Moment of silence
Érti ? (Do you understand?)
Huh?
Mi a neve ? ( Whats your name?)
yeah.
Nem értem (I dont understand)
me too.

Anways, I could care less about their opinions, for all I know, his entire friggin family is retarded especially his sister, she’s the biggest poot-butt in life history. I just don’t want to have our wedding without their consent, which is why we both agreed to have our wedding in Hungary! On the plane, we were seated in the very front, we were able to see everyone entering with their fake smiles and b****y face.Not only was I extremely uncomfortable, I felt like a meatball in the rice, I was so out of place. The minute I stepped out of the plane, half of me was ecstatic and the other half already felt the negative vibe coming my way. I knew I was in for a whole load of shit! He took me straight to his small but clean home, where his family lined up to see their newest arrival( me). Each member of his family had their unique” I hate you “ face,and to be honest i was impressed to see 20 differen impressions of it! They wouldnt stop staring at me, they would stare as if my tumpsy’s were on the floor ( which by the way is highly impossible). I literally felt myself melting, I wanted to go home and beat the shit out of Pat for agreeing to having our wedding in Hungary.We came back in no more than 2 weeks. I did give Pat his beating but then again I guess he was tired of the highway sidewalks, which is why he agreed in the first place...