enmeshed

In the late 1970s, after my father died, my brother-in-law tried to persuade my mother to sell her house and move to a house across from where he and my sister lived. A house in back of theirs had gone up for sale. You could see the house from my sister’s kitchen. Many men would say about their mothers-in-law: “She lives in another state and she can stay there as far as I’m concerned.” Not my brother-in-law. He wanted to be able to see his mother-in-law’s house while he was standing at his kitchen sink! Weird.

There had to be something wrong with Earl.  Seriously.  He thought these people were models of normality.