onei0091:I can't believe she wouldn't drive her own son. That speaks volumes.
Believe it or not, his perception of family was so f'ed up that he never thought it unusual until other people expressed shock and said that it was f'ed up. Then he said, "Yeah, I'd never do that to anyone! That's f'ed up!"Wow, that must've really hurt your husband when his parents wouldn't drive him to the hospital.
I'm so glad you wrote that! I've been doing that dance inside -- and I guess if I "did" guilt, I'd feel guilty -- but haven't had enough alone time in order to do so. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!When my MIL died, I actually broke out into the M.C. Hammer dance. Of course, the husband wasn't around at the time, and I was appropriate when I was around him and their family at all times.
There have been times when I felt jealous because my husband got a great set of inlaws (not just parents, but a sister, brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. -- the whole fandamily) who love and accept him as family unconditionally, joke around with him, and treat him as though he grew up with all of us all along -- and I got, well, yeah. . . But then I gotta remember that I'm lucky to have had that crazy bunch of "Polacks" all my life!. . . there were so many missed opportunities . . . But like Ellen's, they had been better parents to him than his own. . . he couldn't go to the funeral. . .
My husband isn't going to the funeral for a number of reasons, including financial. Sure, we could run up the credit card, but I'll be damned if I end up in the same idiotic financial situations as my inlaws did due to their irresponsibilty, stupidity, and lack of planning. Luckily, no one has said anything negative to my husband regarding his decision; otherwise, s/he'd find my big fat fist in his/her big fat face!