I have bad, BAD relatives. The only ones who loved me unconditionally are gone, and only the nasties remain; with the exception of one aunt, who is an angel.

My in-laws are not great prizes either, again, with the exception of a dear SIL who lives on the other side of the continent, sadly.

I actually felt a cold shudder the other day when I pictured how my life would be if my husband dies before I do. It would be a colder existence than living naked on Svalbard (a terribly Northern, isolated island, in the Greenland Sea).

Very sobering thoughts, these.