It's a strong word. One that makes me think of the pits of Hell. Lucifer himself. A word I thought no one would ever use when they spoke of me.
My inlaws hate me. Literally.
They would rather have nothing to do with their son and their grandchildren than to have anything to do with me.
He was written out of their will. Purged from their lives.
Your Mother and I have known for years that we could not go to
our final resting place, wherever that might be, knowing that your
wife would get her hands on anything that belonged to either of
I don't know what to say. I have never done a thing to them. Nothing.
I am hated.
Where do I go with that?
Not even for myself. But for my children who will never know their grandparents. And for my husband who no longer has parents who want anything to do with him.
and I am angry. Because I did nothing wrong.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009