My husband is the black sheep of his family, but over the past 7 or 8 years, that dynamic has really changed. His mom has learned to stop mistaking sensitivity for weakness. She and I adore each other, and she sees enough of herself in me that it has helped her see the man I married, rather than the boy she raised, and she is very proud of him.
I'm not the black sheep per say, I'm just the one who makes bold choices.
My biological siblings have done their best to make me feel like an outcast, because for whatever reason, they don't like B, but the rest of my family actually has their heads screwed on straight, and is very loving and supportive. Yeah, it bothers me, but doesn't bother me enough to pander to it anymore.