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I came from a toxic family and my in laws were more like family than i imagined was possible. The weirdest part was how they knew my wife, their own daughter, was the outlier in their family, cold and manipulative. She married me to get away from them. I eventually learned our marriage was a lie. My FIL and MIL treated me and their two grandchildren with warmth love and respect. And they are the ones that taught me what family will do for the family. I loved the time with them when the kids and i would stay with them while my wife would go out shopping all day or go on work related trips. They were both very mentally and emotionally supportive recognizing what i went through to make sure the kids had a safe happy life despite their mother’s indifference, that they felt loved by me and their grandparents. My MIL and FIL would sit and talk for hours and we would all take turns watching and playing with the kids while the other two talked. One day my MIL pushed the conversation farther than usual and we ended up having a conversation that left me with silent tears when she told me she knew that her daughter was completely uninterested in being a wife or mother and that she as my MIL and my FIL worried that i would eventually seek affection elsewhere or simply leave and that would result in the kids being in a broken home. And that the two of them would never let that happen and that they had a solution if i was willing and devoted enough to hear them out. She called my FIL back in and suggested she watch the kids and we go for a drive. As he drove my FIL was quiet for a few miles then sort of blurted out that he hoped i knew how much he and his wife loved me and respected me as if i were their own. He ended up almost apologetic as he told me that he and my MIL had considered talking to me long before the wedding and warning me about their own daughter’s true nature. Then he told me that he wanted me to stop thinking that my wife would ever change, that they were pretty sure that i had deluded myself that maybe marriage or motherhood would make a difference but that it was never going to change her. I felt so awkward and defeated breaking down in front of him but he was very supportive and told me that they (he and my MIL) had a plan and wanted to make sure that the kids and i were happy despite their daughter. He asked me to simply trust them as if i was their own and that their devotion was to me and the kids. He even made me promise to listen to and trust them in the coming days, that everything was about the welfare of me and the kids. I guess he read my mind, because he looked at me strangely, then just kept his eyes fixed on the road and a rigid grip on the steering wheel and was angry, saying that he knew what i must be thinking, but that they had accepted that there was nothing anyone could do about their daughter, that they had put rhat behind them as parents and made the choice to save who they could.. I swore I would listen and trust.

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My stepmother came into my life right before puberty started for me. My mother died when i was 5 (car crash) and my dad did the best he could on his own. Stepmother was great as well. I dont remember or know at what point a dynamic of what i will call functional began it was sort of background noise. My dad’s job had him travelling constantly so stepmother was primary caretaker for me. I suppose sometimes it seemed like it was she and i against the world with my dad along the way for the ride lol. Anyway as i got older into my teens it was stepmother as my guiding light and who i learned many things about life from including “the talk” when she noticed i seemed anxious or distracted, and she got me to open up and talk about my confusion and what my body was going through. She played it well and made sure i knew she was there for me and to trust in what she described as my body ” figuring itself out”, something i realized as an adult was simply about trying to get me to not worry so much. I began to dream of her in ways that confused me but i was embarassed to tell her about them. Eventually my body forced the issue when i woke up from my first w********. I was terrfied and thought something was physically wrong with that part of me. I was freaked out by waking up on my stomach with a sticky puddle under me and woke her up scared half to death. When she saw what i was talking about on my bedsheet she got me calmed down helped me change my bed and and sat on the toilet while she had me shower to clean up then had me sleep next to her the rest of the night. No matter how she tried though she could not get me over the fear of it happening again so she had me sleep with her nightly simply to comfort and console me. It was months before it happened again and it took a lot of talking to get me able to say that the fuzzy dream was about her. She tried to assure me it was natural and not to be ashamed. But that reoccurence was pivotal. She told me that there was a way to make it not happen in my sleep and freak out so much or feel ashamed but that i needed to trust her guidance completely. A few days later she explained thst it was embarassing to admit but that any male going thru puberty has explicit dreams about some woman in his day to day life but she was not upset that she was the dream subject. She had to push me to get me to explain w******** specifics. She listened and told me those things were all normal. After that talk she left me for a moment then called me to the bathroom. I was stunned to see her in her bra and p****** and telling me to get in the shower with her. She calmly talked me through that experience, gently instructing me in how to explore and learn to give my body pleasure. She talked me thru the fear as my pleasure was so intense and i stopped and told her i was afraid of how it felt and that i was going to pee, and she took my hands in hers and gently pushed me past the fear amd thru that first waking climax by using her hands on my hands. I was freaked out and still fearful so she took charge held me tightly against her and used her hand to push me over the edge and hold me thru it telling me it was ok, just let it happen. I could barely stay on my feet without her holding me up and calming me down. She