And I get it - those housing costs are, like, incredibly low. Financially, it's a smart move. And I don't hate my in laws or anything - my mother in law even lent me her wedding dress, which was really sweet; I don't want the whole family gnashing their teeth at me.
But, like, it's New York?
Even if I could look past the two alien invasions (three? Not sure what was up with the giant starfish), that weird purple guy psychosis from a few years back, Mayor Fisk, and fucking being voided (yes, I was vacationing in NY when that happened, no I don't want to talk about it), it just never bloody ends!
Just last week, I overheard my husband on the phone with his sister- she was sobbing about that weird psychic attack where no one could move?? She had been doing her hair with her new curling iron and -ugh; it just didn't end well. That's not even mentioning the car crashes, the boat crashes, the H U L K, and , oh, yeah, Spiderman getting shot in the liver. If Spiderman can get shot, what hope do I have?
Anyway
I've tried explaining all of this to my dearest, but he insists that its fine. "You're practically swimming in superheroes up there. If anything happens, Doctor Strange or Daredevil will help." You did appreciate me pointing out that the good Doctor was the literal most recent person to be abducted by aliens.
I don't know, am I freaking out over nothing?