Only it's easy for you to preach utter deνotion to family when you're making all the decisions.
When you have children, you always have family. They will always be your priority, your responsibility, and a man... a man provides. And he does it even when he's not appreciated or respected or even loved. He simply bears up, and he does it... because he's a man.
You will be investigating thieves, misers, bullies, the most detestable collection of people that you will ever meet. My family.
How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception what his actual family was doing?
— You are stronger than your father.
— You didn't know my father.
— But I know the rage that drives you. That impossible anger strangling the grief, until the memory of your loved one is just... poison in your veins. And one day, you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed so you'd be spared your pain.
If their families don't love them for who they are, who they really are, then they should lose them.
— This is our home. This is our daughter's home.
— We are her home.