Update: (Writing in this thread is very therapeutic for me )

Both our families have come through for us, financially and in other ways too. I have no words, only tears to express my gratitude. They must love me after all.

I didn't say that to be a joke, I've never thought they loved me...no, that's not it, I never let them in. I've kept them out all these years. Old pain travels well, doesn't it? I've just stayed closed up.

So, if there's any good to come from this, after all these years, maybe I can let them know more of me and find my acceptance.