It was just a mess of this relative wanted this and that one that and everyone wanted the embroidery. After being made to feel distinctly that for many I was only part of the family while my adopted parents were alive and therefore unworthy of getting anything. I um...well I was not nice about it.
It isn't all bad. I still have an Aunt and 2 cousins I am on speaking terms with. I have the hubbbys family who I get along fine with. I have a few good friends. So I am not absolutely alone.
And I have the satisfaction of winning the great embroidery war.
Edit: Ever have one of those nights where every mod you pick up needs a battery change? This is number 4 tonight