At the very first meeting with my fiancé’s family, his mother threw a glass of wine in my face and laughed cruelly, “Just disinfecting the poor! Want to marry my son? Pay $100,000 now.” I turned and saw him smiling along with her.
Diana West had expected many things from the first dinner with her fiancé’s family. She had imagined polite curiosity. She had prepared for veiled judgments wrapped in compliments. She had…









