I've been reading Elizabeth Strout's new novel The Burgess Boys lately (Strout is one of my favourite novelists; she wrote Abide With Me, Amy and Isabelle, and the Pulitzer Prize-winning Olive Kitteridge).
I liked the simple wisdom in this scene where two brothers, one divorced and one recently separated, are driving to their hometown in Maine. The recently separated brother laments,
"What am I going to do, Bob? I have no family."
family," Bob said. "You have a wife who hates you. Kids who are
furious with you. A brother and sister who make you insane. And a
nephew who used to be kind of a drip but apparently is not so much of a
drip now. That's called family."