What makes a family “family”? Is there one magic ingredient? I know family does not lend itself only to people who share the same blood lines. I don’t think it ends in the case of death either.
But with the loss of my husband, I am not sure that I want to be “family” with his family anymore. I am still disappointed, angry, and bitter. I can’t believe that my MIL who has a history of severe heart problems did not encourage him at least once to get his heart checked! Then there’s my mercurial SIL who texted me Saturday Morocco I love you and Nicholas, please call me, God bless u.
She makes me highly nauseous and uncomfortable! She must want something from me. Her love, I’m sure, comes with a motive. I skipped the voicemail that she left along with the text that I didn’t bother to answer. How do you go from love to hate so rapidly? My aunt suggested that maybe God has worked on her heart. I pray that He works on mine! I haven’t tried to contact any of them or responded to any of their attempts so I wish they would leave me alone.