A psychiatrist was visiting a mental institution in California when he approached a patient and asked, “How did you end up here? What happened?”
The patient sighed and said:
“Well, it all started when I got married… and I probably never should have.
You see, I married a widow who had a grown daughter—so she became my stepdaughter.
Then my father came to visit, met my stepdaughter, fell in love, and married her. Now, my stepdaughter was also my stepmother!
Later, my wife and I had a son. Since he was my stepmother’s half-brother, that made him my dad’s brother-in-law.
But wait, it gets worse.
Since my stepmother was also my stepdaughter, my son was also my uncle.
That made my wife a step-grandmother—because she was my stepmother’s mother.
Which, if you do the math, makes me my wife’s grandson.
And since I’m married to my step-grandmother… well, that makes me my own grandfather!
Now do you see why I’m here?”
The psychiatrist stared at him in shock for a moment before shaking his head and saying, “Move over!”
The patient sighed and said:
“Well, it all started when I got married… and I probably never should have.
You see, I married a widow who had a grown daughter—so she became my stepdaughter.
Then my father came to visit, met my stepdaughter, fell in love, and married her. Now, my stepdaughter was also my stepmother!
Later, my wife and I had a son. Since he was my stepmother’s half-brother, that made him my dad’s brother-in-law.
But wait, it gets worse.
Since my stepmother was also my stepdaughter, my son was also my uncle.
That made my wife a step-grandmother—because she was my stepmother’s mother.
Which, if you do the math, makes me my wife’s grandson.
And since I’m married to my step-grandmother… well, that makes me my own grandfather!
Now do you see why I’m here?”
The psychiatrist stared at him in shock for a moment before shaking his head and saying, “Move over!”