Bob was divorced from his wife when 3 of his sons were grown and gone, and the 4th was 15. His wife had left them to live with her mother who had encouraged the split. Her mother lived in another town. The boy missed his mother, tried to live with her and his grandmother, but it didn't work out. Back he went with Bob, in their home at the beach, but he took the divorce very hard and was praying his Mother would one day come home. So Bob offered to leave the house if she would come home to be with their son. He packed up and went to Hawaii, where he lived and worked for a year, and then he lived in Baja.
All of the boys were very close to their mother, and though she eventually had five (!) husbands, it was Bob's meeting me that upset them. Maybe because I was much younger, and had four young children that Bob embraced, cared for, and loved as his own. And maybe because he left his home and moved 100 miles away to be with us, his new family. They were never nice to me, they were worse to Bob, and their attitudes and actions caused an estrangement that after 30 years left him very hurt and bitter. They so upset his later years that he specifically cut them out of his will. He told me not to tell them when he was gone because they'd make trouble. And they did. I should have listened.
I felt strongly about them being his flesh and blood. Although I was the only heir, I went against Bob's advice, and offered to share some of the tangible assets of his construction business, heavy equipment, etc. I told them where it was located, gave them temporary permission to enter so they could see what they wanted, never dreaming that over the ensuing months they would come back and totally steal me blind. They were later caught trespassing, much of my property was gone, and I was asked if I wanted to press charges. They pleaded that it was a big misunderstanding. Out of my love for Bob, I declined to press charges. One of their wives called me a few times thereafter, but I had no desire to continue a relationship after that. I do, however, get a kick out of seeing the great grandchildren on Facebook.