Yeah. When my parents found out about my then-girlfriend (this was many years ago, waaaay before I even knew my h), my mother was SO absolutely hateful, (Ms"Holier-than-Thou-because-I-go-to-church-every- Sunday") she wrote me a scathing hate-letter that included how glad she was that HER parents were dead because "this would have killed them if they were still alive" and how I needed to just decide to be normal and all kinds of other lovely stuff if I wanted to remain a member of the family. I wish I'd been stronger in myself back then. Of course, I might not have my son now either. So six of one, half-dozen of the other at this point I guess. But I betcha if I'd been able to be stronger in myself, I wouldn't have had to spend the past going on 5 years in therapy, either!! (No offense, t, you know I love you and I'm thankful for the work we've done together) but at the same time - it might have been nice to NOT need therapy in the first place. I am rambling. I'll stop now.