Everything is a conscience matter . . . the only question is . . . who owns your (or their) conscience
. You are so right there. I guess I was lucky that they made the choice to have me over for dinner, and fun even though they shouldnt have. As far as the rest of the family goes, I really havnt talked to most of them since I was 18, so it didnt bother me as much.
I know some have it alot harder than I ever did, and that is so sad. All my life I always wondered why a loving god would want you to shun your own family!