Imagine looking up your successful son's name on Google and facing the fact that he's despised by most people that even know his name.
And you know, despite all the nonsense he's told you over the phone about being a victim, and life being tough - it's that little shit's fault all the way...
Then your son comes over with his horse-resembling waifu to get married so you can get the smallest bit of peace before you hit the bucket, hoping your son won't die alone, miserable, drunk and despised. You pay for all his shit, drive him everywhere, you pay for the pizza and burgers he shoves in his mouth, yet he still complains. Whines about you going the wrong way and being late, cries about the airplane ride you paid for, bitches about getting scammed for the Rent-A-Car insurance (these are all real complaints from his post-CT podcast).
You gotta have a secret wedding for him too, because he's so much of a failure in life, this bad at being a functional person, that he developed a following online based exclusively on hating him, and he's scared that someone might, I don't know, do a drive-by on the church or something (idk man, according to Fill, CT got real bad when "those people" moved in).
He's promising you the world - getting a job, paying his taxes, his debts, and all this shit you know deep down he has no intention of doing, because you know him - it's The Guy! He masturbated in front of children! ("ackchually they were teenagers")
But you still give. Like a good little paypig.
I don't know, I wouldn't understand, I'm not Italian