Last week we took a family trip to see a pro ball game. We took my sister-in-law, since it was her favorite team playing. The SIL, well, she came over early and started drinking beer and vodka with 7up about 4 hours before we hit the road. I was driving so she chose to sit up front with me. Along the way, she popped a few pain pills (not hers - I'm guessing she lifted them from the MIL). So the SIL was pretty...um... loose. With my husband and the kids all occupied in the back playing games - she started talking. And talking. And talking.

And confessing.

For years, I have know that the SIL is gay, or at least bisexual. Even though she claims otherwise. The MIL is a very staunch conservative christian, as well as very judgemental, so the SIL is so firmly entrenched in the closet, it isn't even funny.  I personally, could care less what her sexual orientation is. To each their own.

However; with the drinking and the pills, she apparently lost her filter between her bran and her mouth, because she started telling me all about her crush, her unrequited love... for ME!

Woah!

I've been married to her brother for more than 20 years. I have 4 kids. I am pretty damn solidly in the "hetero" category. But that didn't seem to want to stop her from talking all about it, and how I should leave my husband for her. Because, wouldn't that be great?

I'm thinking... no!