Blood is thicker than...what?

I've accepted that my husband and I will never have children of our own. It's out of our control, things happened long ago, we're done worrying about it. We've talked adoption and are in the process of saving up for adoption fees.

Those closest to us are understanding, accept that what we're doing is what's best for us, and have offered nothing but love and support.

Our own parents have not been so supportive. Almost every week it's some passive-aggressive remark about how lovely it would be to have grandchildren around. When I mentioned adoption, the outcries of "I don't want someone ELSE'S grandchildren, I want MY grandchildren!" were enough to send me home in tears.

Every week I get some article in my inbox about the latest scientific breakthroughs in fertility technology (we're both against IVF and artificial methods in general) and guilt trips about how selfish we're being.

I'm sick of it. It's not just angering, it's heartbreaking.