I frequently am..
Let’s have a hypothetical (not) scenario, shall we? You have a couple that married, produced a child and than divorced. You later remarried and ostenisibly your son was integrated into this “blended family”.
Your son however states to his close friends more than once (over a couple of decades) that he has “”the family I was born with and the one I chose.” Humm…
Your son spends nearly every holiday, his birthday and his vacations with his chosen family- not you. Humm.. Except for Grandma, because she’s cool like that.
Your son is dying and the people that got him into an experimental treatment protocol, praying they could save him, and the people that were there dealing with the doctors and held his hand as he slipped away were his “chosen” family- not his blood relations. Humm…
A “Mother” that goes on a cruise while her son is in the hospital is not a Mother.
A “Father” that has to delay a funeral because he has to work it into his schedule is not a Father. (Especially if you’re Jewish- that’s just disrespectful.)
And now suddenly the chosen family isn’t “good enough” to participate in the memorial.
Would that not tell you that you are beyond fucked up? But that’s just my opinion. Perhaps I’m being unduly harsh, I can be like that, I can be a judgmental bitch that way,