3 years of covid hysteria has had some shattering effects on our family relationships.

My kids and I had decided not to get vaccinated, because we saw it as unnessesary and that it was morally wrong to force people to get vaccinated against their wishes. My wife got vaccinated so at least one of us could still have a job.

On my side of the family, it wasn’t an issue and it was no big deal.

My wife’s family considered us to be some sort of ‘grannie killers’, as did most of our ‘friends’ and we were ostracised as a result.

 
We were very much isolated and alone by late 2020, until we met lots of other like-minded people through the Freedom And Rights Coalition, and Voices For Freedom. We are forever grateful to them.

It’s hard to convey how all this affected us. It has had a lasting effect, and we have former friends we will never trust again.

Which leads me onto two very different social events we had last week.

The first event was my wifes family coming to stay with us for the first time in 3 years.
It was very awkward as our lives have now gone in very different directions, and of course no one wants to talk about the last three years, least that covid subject comes up….
It all made for several days of awkward moments that I would rather just avoid, so I did that by not having any meaningful conversations, least I be inadvertantly responsible for any friction.

The second event of the week was a BBQ we had with our new friends from the last few years. We talked freely about the last few years and the experiences we have been through together.
We all laughed about the absurd experiences we have had during the covid years and about the anti-mandate protests we had attended.

Things have changed seemingly forever. I cant imagine been as close to my wife’s family again, because I can’t imagine them ever admitting the mistakes of the past, and if that can’t happen, we arent going to go very far are we?