Jay's family. Wow. Absolutely love his brothers and their fiancées. Dad seems pretty chill-ish. Mom however, she's a piece of work. Not in a bad way. She means well, but....
"Golden Child Syndrome". There should be some sort of medical ICD code for that issue. I've seen it plenty. Especially my husband's family. The oldest has been put up on a pedestal and I for one can't wait for him to crash down and break every bone in his body. But I won't get into why. Suffice to say... people like him tend to know they are held in high regard and they bask in it.
Jay.... clueless. He's the Golden Child, but he's also a happy go lucky Golden Retriever who wants everyone to be happy. He really has no clue that his parents treat him differently. I'm sure someone will eventually tell him.
Loren can see clearly what Jay's brothers pointed out and he handled it perfectly by including Danielle and Niki.
And then there's this:
Let me worship your feet
I want to lick you from your head to your toe after a sweaty workout. Let me worship your armpits I’ll lick them clean for you.
EWWWWWWWWWWW!! For the record, I had no part of this particular example of literary wonder.
Overall the visit went well. Loe’s still on the fence when it comes tobthe parental units, and that's okay.