That is the next loss I had to deal with in my short life. Less than a year after this all happened, I moved back to the States with my (soon-to-be) husband. Though we planned on getting married at some point, we did not have direct plans to do it right away.
However, seeing how difficult it was for my husband to deal with immigration issues without actually being married to me, we decided to do it. I mean, why not? We wanted to anyway, and if this could help us on the road to starting our life together, it just seemed like the simple answer to all our problems.
Except not really. Because my aunt and uncle had not met him and were not in the country for the ceremony, they were absurdly offended. They were also upset that we had not gotten married in the Catholic Church. They were also, at the time, fighting with my parents over money – somehow I ended up being copied a back-and-forth of emails between them. I decided to step in and defend my mother (whom they never liked) over something they had said, and this completely blew up in my face.
They have not spoken to me
in 5 years–
I don’t care about money. I think that I have proven that, staying with my husband in this life for nearly 6 years when I have, decidedly, more fiscally enticing options. It just doesn’t matter to me.
But Family is so important to me. This abandonment is almost harder to handle than death. Death is not a choice. Death is something we all will have to go through at some point. But I miss my aunt and uncle. I miss my godparents. I miss my surrogate parents. How can they just turn off the Love after having been in my life for 20 years?
Then my parents got divorced. But it doesn’t end there…