Soooo not going to be funny.
Not my family, thank fuck, mine are predictably normal and we all pretty much get on. I even like some of them.

Nah it is my late fiance's family who hate me. I mean really despise me. Sometimes when the black dog of depression is following me around I make them right....
My fiance was very ill. Brain tumour. I did my best for him, but after years of them deciding they loved their next drink more than they loved him, his parents wanted to take over the caring. At one point he looked like he might be getting better, until, seemingly overnight, the tumour returned as big as it had ever been before the surgery and radiotherapy. Long story short, more surgery and some chemo later we found out it was curtains. His parents, against my better judgment, decided it was verboten to tell him he was dying. They also decided on one last course of chemo that was particularly poisonous as it would delay the inevitable by a little while.
By this stage he was blind, the tumour had displaced his optic nerves, see? He couldn't walk as his balance centre was similarly fucked, and his personality had gone from being the best bloke in the world to the sort of moody, rude and ignorant bastard that makes Victor Meldrew look like John Barrowman. None of it his fault, I know.
At the very end he went into a Hospice. I couldn't stand to visit him there. He didn't know, he wasn't lucid. See, the man I loved was already gone. We'd wanted kids. I remember him standing on the embankment outside St Thomas' crying like a baby after they told him the chemo would leave him sterile and they daren't delay long enough to freeze some of his best swimmers. So I'd been grieving for a year already.
The day he died I got a call telling me I was persona non grata at the funeral. In fact, if I turned up there would probably be violence against me. I was 24. So I never went. Never seen his grave.

Nice people, eh? I probably did behave badly a bit at the end. In my defense, m'lud, I was young and I'd not a year earlier lost my Dad, too. But I don't think I deserved that. On balance I'm glad we never got married. I'd hate to be tied, even in name only, to that shower of shit.
( Sallyrsm, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 21:37, 5 replies)

jaysus
:((((( I feel for you, I really do - that sounds just cack and trite but it's all I can think of to say. Any other words fail me. What a bunch of monstrous cunts.
(womanwhocanonlylivewithdogs, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 22:12, closed)

Christ, I'm so sorry.

( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 22:18, closed)

What
a collective group of spiteful cunts. Do you want to see his grave? Sorry if that sounds a bit daft, I can barely type not having slept for a few days. But if so, tell his family that they can swivel, your fiancé would want you to see him.

Absolutely nothing on your scale but I've had the not so nice experience of an ex's family despising me. Still not sure why either, especially as me and her were happy during our time together. What you went through sound utterly horrific, you have my total sympathy.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 22:23, closed)

No one should have to go through that.
I'm so, so sorry.

I hope things are getting better now.
( Tab Hunter Make this useless process end and so, begin again, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 12:05, closed)

wot a shower of cunts
I really fucking hate people sometimes



internetie hugs is all i can offer... but have some anyway xx

*Hugs*
(EvilMeister, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 14:06, closed)