Late Wife’s Kids Demand Gifts

Katherine was my best friend growing up. She was the first person I told that

I was gay. She hugged me and told me that I was still me. We were there through

everything for the last forty years. My HIV scare in college. Her kid's births.

My divorce. Her divorce. And inumerable small and large life events. We got married to

each other because we deeply love each other and because she needed health insurance.

Her grown children, whom I have literally from birth, didn't approve. We tried talking

to them but they wouldn't listen. We eventually agreed that it would be best if I distanced

myself from the kids. Katherine would travel to see them or arrange it so