You know those grandmothers that bake cookies and call you religiously to check in on you? The ones you remember giving you hugs with wide open arms and you could feel the love seeping into you? The ones that made time for you especially when you called her upset and crying?
Yeah I don’t have one of those.
My grandmother is self-centered and always thinking she is the victim. If I were to confront her about how she was here for a month with a rental car and staying with my uncle and his family 45minutes away, and not making time to see me ONCE, it would be my fault. I called her Labor Day and left her a message crying and still haven’t heard back from her, I’m sure she’d tell me she didn’t get it. THAT IS ALWAYS HER EXCUSE.
When is too much? Where do you draw the line and let people stop hurting you? It was suggested I write her a letter. But really all that letter would consist of is a big FUCK YOU. You haven’t been there since I was 8 and I wonder if that’s just because I was your ONLY grandchild then.
Maybe I’d include, BTW your daughter is dead and your granddaughter from her might as well be dead to you too. I’m sick of this and I’m done.
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