It was not what was said, rather it was how Kathy and I were treated. Once we were invited to a Saturday Bar-BQ by my cousin. Kathy made potato salad and we brought drinks. When we got there his wife answered the door, "Verons not here" she said. "How soon will he get back?" "Late", "well he said to be here at 2 for a cookout." "I wouldn't know anything about that", she then shut the door firmly. We left the drinks on the porch and I dumped the potato salad in the flower bed.
When I confronted him at the next meeting he denied making the invitation. That was the last time I set foot in the Garland kh. Maybe someday I'll tell the story of my exit from the wt, there were other slights and outright embarrassment situations with us getting the s___ end of the stick.
But then again what does it matter, that was thirty years ago. They can all go suck big donkey honkers. That includes you dear cousin and your neurotic wife.