Harmony in a family is when you are one. You and the wife ruthlessly riding roughshod over your neck. And a mom-in-law peeping at you through the keyhole. And the concussed dad-in-law, a war veteran who’s always blabbing his cock in front of the guests. And even that creepy grandmother, who’s a pain in the ass. When I was a student, I thought that a family was something I was meant to create, but now I’ve experienced on my own skin that a real family always exists without you, and you have yet to join it. Or not if your wife’s in-laws don’t accept you. To be sure, I had to please all the members of her extended family one more time. And by “please,” I mean exactly what you think I mean.
