Welcome

If you're reading this, you've seen my previous posts about my FIL. I've switched to this site to be less public about my angst. Some initial thoughts: I've talked with a few women in the past couple of years who went through divorces. One of the terrible things they had to endure was the consternation of friends and family who were angry at them for ending their marriages. What was expressed to them was a bizarre resentment. All married women are unhappy, the rant went. What made them think they were so special that they would expect to be happy? And how dare they make changes to their lives to pursue happiness? The advice was often to suck it up and just be unhappy like the rest of them. That's the vibe I've been getting from some people who've really resented my posts about my FIL. There is the feeling that I am overstepping the bounds of common decency in my attempt to make myself feel better. But, I am stuck. I can't say what should be said to the FIL. I am often alone with my suffering. So, I vent to the world via social media. Well, now I'm limiting the audience, so I can keep writing, and not upset some relatives. Their defense of my FIL has confused me. It felt to them that I was attacking them or all white families or something. Ironically, they aren't even blood relatives. They are from Sheral's side of the family. But, I love them dearly, so I'm here. It's my compromise. I'm a writer. This is how I process and decode the world around me. Thanksgiving is coming. It should be interesting.