A side thought.
My AF let it be known many months ago that I'm 'burning my bridges' with them. I guess snubbing me even in the wake of divorce and a lengthy hospital stay for a child showed me, huh? My mother has warned me all my life that I better not 'burn my bridges' with anybody.
A couple years ago, I started wondering if I ever have the right to finally say someone burned their bridges with me.
I started to feel that I did indeed burn these bridges with my family--because this time I finally refused to scramble for water when they doused the bridge with oil and lit a match. So, uh, yeah...I'm guilty because I let it burn this time.