A recent comment by BBQ got me thinking about family feuds. Long, bitter, too-often dragged out for discussion and hashed over yet again. Sometimes the re-hash is pretty much verbatim, sometimes it gets embellished.
My own half-sister won’t talk to me at all, not even one word, not even the one time we were in the same room together. Due to trouble between her and my parents, when I was ten. Continue reading








