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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Grandmothers are Mean

You know how most people have that perfect grandmother who bakes them cookies, sends them money on their birthday, listens when you can't talk to your mom, and is over-all generally a really nice, sweet, old lady who would never hurt a fly if she could help it? The one who spends all her time in her kitchen cooking for her family, and meddling in the affairs of her children and grandchildren? You know what I'm taking about?

I don't have one of those.

My grandmother, though I do love her, is uncontrollably mean, selfish, and vindictive. I know, you're thinking "how harsh can you get?" but the reality is that I now live with this women. And I don't lie, so I am certainly not lieing now.

So, what has she done to cause all this?

She's lazy. Seriously. All she does all day is sit around and watch tv, or play on her computer, while never uttering a single word outside of hi and goodbye to us. And yet she complains that none of us speak to her. I have tried, and it has never gotten very far because I get one word answers. She can do things all by her lonesome, I've seen her do it. But noooooo, she's a helpless old women who needs everything done for her.

She says the meanest things to people. One time, I hugged my mom in the kitchen, just because this is how I show affection, and she went off the deep end. She asked me if I was a lesbian because of all the hugs I give my mom. Hello? Boyfriend?

She sends all these emails to us, saying the nasty things. She's called me "that girl" before, as though I was some silly servant who needed proper training. I swear she see's me as such. I have never had an opinion in her eyes, and I probably never will. If at 20, I still am 'that girl', then I suppose I always will be.

She has spread more lies about my mom then I care to count and do not have the energy, time, or self control to recount. Suffice to say, she's causing more trouble amongst a family that was already dysfunctional to begin with.

Don't get me wrong people: I don't hate my grandmother. I think she's walking history, and for what she's been through, I think she deserves some respect. But when that respect that she demands become a tool to force us overlook just how cruel she can be, its unacceptable.

I don't know if any of you have really awesome grandparents, but count yourself lucky if you do. Because I don't. My grandmother is mean, and I doubt that will change anytime soon.

I apologize for the dark nature of this blog...I just needed a place to vent.

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