Just read your story - after a serious head injury, we had the offer to go take our dearly missed grandson to the zoo. We dropped everything, booked a hotel and took his uncle and girlfriend along too - son had cut him off when the baby was 6 weeks old. We thought for a reconciliation in a public place. DiL and son ranted and we had to send them home on the bus. Met DiL, son and baby at the zoo gates where they said they didn't after all want to go to the zoo with us - more tickets to throw away - and I asked, quietly and reasonably 'why didn't you let your brother come' at which point DiL launched herself at me, prodding, spitting, shouting. The world stood still and husband and I took hands and walked away, pursued along the street by DiL. We sat and cried in the car before setting off on our 200 mile journey home.
The absolute worst thing about what is happening to us, is that one and all must believe that we have done bad things obviously. But absolutely, one hundred percent, no.