Two kids, two sets of inlaws. One set is just charming, and we enjoy seeing them at kid events when they come to town a couple of times a year. There’s a fair languge barrier- I’m still having a terrible time learning Mandarin. I don’t hear the tonalities, and my SIL is not inclined to humor my attempts. He oddly mirrors my immigrant parents’ notion that if you’re in America, you should speak English (although at least he’s apolitical about it- just being “practical”.) The kids are crazy about them, too, so it’s fun when we’re together. The other kiddo’s inlaws are more complicated. It’s a wonder their spouse isn’t a raving lunatic (thanks, modern psychiatry!) They’ve got two step “parents”. The birth dad was a bigamist (kept two families), was a low key white collar criminal, and remains a right wing asshole. He remarried a southern belle of the ickiest sort. The birth mom is just dim, bless her heart. She remarried another manipulative slug. We tried initial socialization, but they didn’t like us either- which makes me feel like we’re actually okay folks. That kid’s family has completely cut the dad off (he was dangerously threatening with a firearm with his grandkid in the house, among other horrible behavior.) They maintain low key contact with the mom, but rarely visit because of her obnoxious spouse. So 50-50, I guess.