They announced they were having a family picture taken and told us where to meet them for the pictures. It was going to be at Olan Mill’s which had photography studios all over. I got my 4 boys dressed alike in cute shirts for the occasion. I did my hair and make up. My husband looked nice. We got to the studio and were slightly late so the rest of the family had all gone in for the picture. It was my husbands mother and his sister, her husband and their 3 kids. My husband went in to tell them we had arrived and he came out and said they wanted all of us to come in except my oldest son, Steve, who was my son from my first marriage. His father was deceased. At the time Bob and I had been married 5! Bob was the only father my son knew. Steve was 11. They said “Only blood relatives were to be in the picture”. I took my son Steve and said “I’m not a blood relative either” and left. I think my husband SHOULD have taken our other three boys and left too but he didn’t. Lines were drawn in the sand that day.