I see these people way more often than I see my own family. Or friends. Or actual classmates. In fact, I feel like I know them. And I’ll just go ahead and say, I feel bad for her. Honestly. I mean, she has to deal with having that scary-phase freshman-year photo plastered everywhere along with the not-so-veiled insult. And, really, what’s so great about him? He doesn’t look like the most amazing life partner ever. Because I’m pretty positive he’s not all that sensitive, ambitious, or helpful raising all those seven kids. In fact, I’m quite sure she’s the glue, keeping it all together, pulling the weight for the whole family of nine…while he’s running around in his Z28, drinking Miller High Life, listening to Sammy Hagar or something. So, yes, she married him. And I, for one, think he needs to just thank his lucky stars everyday that she doesn’t dump him and run off with that french-horn-playing math-genius she used to date in high school. But that’s just me.