A heavy heart.

Now, dear readers, let me bring things down a bit. I'm going to get heavy here, and honestly, this is probably something I shouldn't write about. But, I don't really have anybody I feel comfortable discussing this with, and it helps to just get it out. So don't read this if you don't want to know too much... if that makes any sense at all...

The Mister and I were talking on Sunday night about his mother (MIL).
Excuse me; I'm having a hard time discussing the matter at hand... Thirty-one years ago, The Mister was adopted. Just before we met, he received a letter; his birth-mother had found him. He was curious, excited and scared. All his life he had been told all the 'right things', "A woman gave you up so you could come live with us; God brought you to us; The brave woman who gave you up made a sacrifice so we could raise you..." etc. The Mister told his mother about the letter and she lost her mind in a very bad way.
MIL screamed and cried "How could you do this to me?" "She's supposed to be dead!" "This is not supposed to happen. You are mine!" And other awful things about a 'night of sin' in which he was created.
MIL asked for her keys back and told The Mister SHE would call HIM. He was devastated. This was not how he was raised, and The Mister has never really gotten over this. How could he? He is not allowed to talk about it ever again with his mother; not if he wants to have a relationship with her. He has since met his birth-mother; a lovely woman who lives not 45 minutes from us.
It breaks my heart. He is such a wonderful man who deserves to be loved unconditionally. I do not doubt his mother loves him, but I do doubt her willingness to have a relationship that is anything outside of her own terms.
It hurts to hear him say, "I would sometimes rather drive all the way to WV or Ohio to see your family than to go to Potomac to see my own." I just want to take away his pain. I want to make it all better and I just don't know how.
I thought making friends with his family would help, but it never made any difference; and they never got any nicer or accepting of me. I've pushed him to call and visit more, but that just seems to make him feel sad and guilt-ridden.
He's just too good for this. He really is. There isn't a mean or malicious atom in his body; he is the nicest, sweetest man I have ever met. Sometimes I feel I don't deserve him because a better woman could make his hurt go away.
I don't know... I just don't know.