Why Do I Keep Allowing Disrespect?

My Husband’s Siblings Have Zero Understanding For My Grief

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Disclosure: This is a Non-Fiction/Personal Essay story but please note that names and other personal information may have been changed to protect the identity and privacy of anyone represented in this story.

Writer’s Trigger Warning: Before I begin I admit this story has a very sad element to it. It isn’t a story I wanted to ever have to tell. It is also a story I ever expected to use as a premise to tell the story about the hurt and anger I feel. I have finally reached my limit with it all. What makes it all the more sad is that I didn’t do a damn thing to deserve it nor does the other person who’s story I am about to reluctantly tell.

I have never had a great relationship with one of my husband’s siblings. Anthony’s older of his two younger sisters “Dianna” from the day I met her, his mom and other younger sister “Cindy” she (Dianna) had a dislike for me. I never really knew why. I never had a chance for her to get to know me or vice-versa before she decided I was nothing but a gold-digger and was trapping him into a relationship. Because she lived with Anthony’s mom and sister since their parents divorced, Anthony was only 10 at the time, they didn’t know a whole lot about Anthony’s relationships with friends or girls, especially the…