So my husband and I have been together for a while now. And I figured out why he hates half his family. And why he gets flustered with mine. You see my dad died from cancer when I was 16. I was technically homeless however my tia and other family members always tried to help. That's why when my family asks questions I answer them and no matter what beef I have with them I will always love and forgive them. My husband on the other hand has only lost his grandma. He doesn't really understand yet why I continue to love my family no matter what they did. Losing a parent at a young age is different from losing a grandparent. Because when you lose your grandparent you have your mom and dad to turn to for comfort. Now in my case my mom was on the other side of the country. And my dad had just died I was holding the hand of a corpse. When my tia cane in and gave me a hug and my unkel came in and picked me up off the floor my cousin gave up her bed so I could get some sleep. I didn't have my mom because she was working and I had just lost my dad. And one day my husband is going to find out why i am the way i am. And I hope it not any time soon. I just hope that he could understand that my family is my family and it wont matter what beef was going before shit hit the fan because he is going to need more than just me to lean on when his shit hits the fan. This shits real. And he won't be able to hold it all on his own. Even if he says he can . I know because I thought I could too I tried to keep up with everything but the plate was cracked and I needed my family.