The Night I Learned I Wasn't the Only Son‑in‑Law

Throughout my five years of marriage with Natalia Lane, never once have I stepped through the front door of my in-laws' residence.

Natalia tells me that her parents prefer quiet environments and that they prefer to be distanced from us. I believe her excuses.

On the first of every month, the bank transfers three thousand dollars on time to Natalia's parents. The transaction is always labeled as "living expenses for Mom and Dad".

This is my only way of caring for my in-laws.