That day, as we organized the uncle's funeral, we spent a lot of time together - something rare in our age, even though we only have a one-year difference. It was a sad occurrence, but I enjoyed being with you.
Finally, I had some unsuccessful in vitro treatments and at the end of that difficult day I wanted to tell you something positive: my husband and I had decided to adopt a baby and we were in the first steps of the process.
I was shocked by your reaction. "Why are you doing this now? You will just make things difficult between me and my companion, "she said.
You have two children from a previous relationship and you are married to an older woman who until now has not been able to become pregnant. I knew how painful it was because I, like her, had been expecting a child for more than a decade.
Then she told me, "if you adopt, I will not have to do with you." Your words hurt me, but I blamed the day and convinced myself that you did not seriously.
But you really would not have to deal with me anymore. You do not talk me anymore. Even when I came across a feast, pee beyond me, as if I was not there.
A year later, we got our son home. It was a very happy moment, our family and friends congratulated us. You came to meet him - I'm not sure why, maybe you were curious. Briefly then, I invited you to his first birthday. You came with your wife, but it was an embarrassing situation. And so was - no contact between us.
I tried to make our parents interfere and put an end to these nonsense. Then my dad said that if you had decided not to talk to me anymore, maybe you had a reason. At that moment, I realized that I was just getting tired.
Now I have a girl, also adopted. My kids are wonderful, as every parent would say to their children and I'm sorry you are not part of their lives because they are losing so much.
Now I have left this situation among us. I do not forgive your behavior and I will not let you hurt me. Six years later, you refuse to talk to me simply because I adopted two children, but if I went back in time, I would have done the same.
Written by an anonymous woman for The Guardian
