I moved in with my father-in-law around a year after my wedding. It would appear that our father-in-law was anticipating seeing our grandkids. They did less and less together, but she never had a kid with her husband. My father-in-law, who had been watching us the whole time, launched an unexpected attack. Day in and day out, with an uncivilized meat stick that her spouse finds incomparable. He was unwilling to let go of his heartache, but after a year, two years, and finally four years of being in a relationship, he finally started to.