A couple years ago, one of the husband's nieces sent us an invite to her wedding in SC. Trouble was, it was, no shit, down the street from where I "became."

He promptly returned the RSVP card saying we'd not be in attendance -- and then he added why: "Sorry, we cannot in good conscience, be a part of your celebration on a place that may, or may not have enslaved your Aunt Debi's ancestor's -- but we''ll, of course, send you a gift."

Another one of those times I've loved this man, madly!