My first mother-in-law and I disliked each other pretty much on sight. Over the course of my six and a half years with her and my vanishingly recessive father-in-law’s daughter, she asked me a grand total of one question about myself. (I wore a Warner Bros. promotional T-shirt to dinner with them one evening, and she, making a real effort, asked, “Who’s this Eric Clapton?”) I’m pretty sure she disapproved of my not being very much of a breadwinner, and of First Wife and I sharing grocery and other household expenses.
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