Functional Meets Dysfunctional
I am a Stuck In The Middle wife.
On the one side there is my in-laws. Strong Italian family, able to trace their roots back to Sicily and Naples, with just enough quirks and idiosyncracies to make life interesting.
On the other, there is my family. If we were a store, we would be Dysfunctional-R-Us. If we were a comic book villain, we would be Chaos. If we were an alcoholic drink, we would put you on your ass with just the first sip and have you singing Auld Lang Syne in the middle of Bourbon Street in your panties, with enough Mardi Gras beads to hide the fact you weren’t wearing a bra, two weeks after Mardi Gras was over.
Thankfully, my husband is a patient man.