So my great-aunt is in town. She lives about 2,000 miles away, and that’s probably for the best because she is absolutely terrible. She’s staying with my grandparents, and our house is attached to their house, so we will be seeing a lot of her over the next week. This morning while I was working (I freelance and was in our apartment while Monsieur tended the littles while visiting with Grandma and Poppy), my husband got to hear about how Planned Parenthood sells baby parts and they’ve finally been caught and she knew it for years and she’s saved SO MANY BABIES by picketing clinics every weekend.
This is the level of batshit we’re dealing with.
Today was my cousin’s graduation party. Her parents are my uncles, who have been together for 33 years. They have three children, three grandchildren, two cats, two dogs, good jobs, are involved in the local government and school system, and are well-respected in the community. (For real: I live in the same town and everyone knows me because of them and always talks to me about how great they are.) In short: they are the all-American family, only with two dads, and are very, very happy.
So because great-aunt was in town, she decided she would go to the party...
Where she proceeded to sob in front of everyone about how she knows they think they’re happy but they’re really not and she’s never, ever going to give up on my uncle.
My fabulous uncle smiled, put his arm around her in a re-assuring hug and said “We’re family and we love each other, so how about this: you go on believing you can change me and I’ll go on believing you’re completely insane.”