At Son's One-Month Feast Wife Barred My Parents; I Quit

On the day of our son's one-month celebration, I'd booked the banquet ahead of time.

My parents and relatives rode the train ten hours to get here, only to be stopped at the door by my wife, Bianca Whitlock.

She pulled out ten boxes of infectious-disease test strips and threw them in my face.

"Everyone in your family gets tested for STDs right now. Not one of you comes inside until they do."

My mother knew how fussy my wife was, so she wiped her palms on her clothes first before bending down to pick them up.

I reached out and stopped her.

Bianca turned on us in an instant.