Soooo...over a month ago i pissed my grandparents off by standing up to my grandfather's racist commentary on fb and the inappropriate treatment and foul language toward my wife and all attempts of communication have been futile.
Though i did vicariously hear from my grandmother through my sister when i was in the hospital a few weeks back...
I just find it sort of ironic that one of my closing thoughts about the argument was that if any of us died before speaking again, their final words to me would be petty and spiteful and mine would be telling them i loved them. Ironic because at the time of my hospitalization, no one knew what was wrong with me, and there was a possibility of a heart failure as far proto as anyone could tell. I could have died. I was sure i was dying at the time, because that chest pain had me to a point of being unable to breathe.
Vicariously i heard that grandma says she loves me. Just not enough to answer the phone when she sees it's my name calling i suppose.
It upsets me, yes. But not to the point of being incapable to function normally. It just makes me dread the upcoming and impending awkwardness of when we inevitably have to see each other if they are so vehemently ignoring me.
Because contrary to popular belief, i detest confrontation and drama in any shape or form.
It's not the first time, and it certainly won't be the last.
But all of this past month's events have really put so very much into perspective for me. Many of the changes it's ignit(ing)ed people don't and won't like, but that's okay. I've obtained a willingness to do what's best for me when need be, and i think that's a very important key to living as happily as you can manage.