Do you ever find that you think you've gotten accustomed to the shunning, and then some small, stupid thing comes along to reopen the wound? That's how I feel right now. It's been a while since I've really thought about it; the limited contact has simply become routine to me. And then, my wife and I got a message on our answering machine this afternoon.
We got a phone call from a creditor at my wife's old address--her parent's place. Her parents were out of town, and so their house-sitter (who used to be my wife's best friend) got the call. She passed it on my in-laws, who in turn left us a message.
Now guess where my in-laws were? They were in New York, visiting my parents.
Now that's the part that bugs me. I'm glad that my in-laws get along well with my parents, of course. But it makes me angry that my parents can have a closer relationship with my in-laws than they can with me, their own son.
And yeah, there's nothing new about this; it's the same old story that everyone else here deals with. But sometimes, you just gotta vent. And today, I hate the fucking cult.