I hate my grandmother. When my grandfather (this is on my dad's side) died a few years ago my mom and dad moved my grandmother into an apartment across the street from them. Then my mom got cancer again and started having a lot of treatments, she had to quit her job so she could stay home and rest and recover. Well granny never could understand the concept of ringing a doorbell or knocking before you went into someone's house, she would just walk in when my mom was in her nightgown trying to do these things she had to do, and there's granny. Then she'd sit there and complain about how she didn't like her apartment compared to her house and ask mom a lot of stupid questions and tell her stories from 20 years ago that nobody cared about. So dad told granny that my mom needed her rest and needed to be left alone, but she kept doing it, so finally they had to start locking the door. So then granny would call the house 80 times a day, and leave stupid messages on the answering machine. "I was wondering what you thought about them building the new store in town" and stupid crap like that. Who gives a f***? So dad had to tell her not to call their house unless it was something important. Then granny went driving one day and hit another car and just drove off like it was no big deal. So then my mom looks out her window and sees a cop car outside granny's and has to call my dad at work. So dad told granny he didn't want her driving anymore if she wasn't going to be responsible but she just HAD to do her shopping on Tuesday because that's when the seniors get their lousy 5% discount. It's also the day the supermarket parking lot turns into a demolition derby. So then mom would see granny drive off anyway when she wasn't supposed to, she told dad and dad told granny if she didn't quit driving he was going to take her keys away because she could hurt someone. So then my dad's worthless alcoholic brother starts calling the house demanding to know why my mom is "snitching" on granny. After a year of this bull***t mom's health started going downhill, the doctor said she probably only would have a few years left, and then one morning she just died. No warning. You can't tell me that my granny being such a pain in the *** all the time didn't contribute to it. My mom would still be alive today if granny would have just stayed in her own damn house and left my mom alone. Now my mom is dead, she never got to see me get married and she never got to see my sister get remarried and she will never see any of her grandchildren. But granny is still alive well into her 80s, doing nothing but finding new ways to be a pain in the *** to everybody. She killed my mom. Call me sick, call me mean, call me a brat, I don't care. That old witch killed my mom and she gets to live and make everybody miserable.
For some reason, I feel that my in-laws are playing favorites when it comes to grandkids. They never want to spend any time with my child, but they always want something to do with my neice and nephew. It's not fair, and I want to tell them so bad that I'm hurt by their actions.
One day I was gather up some laundry because that's one of my chores and I went into my brother's room to get his cloths out the hamper. WTF, I found a pair of my panties on the floor by his bed. I picked them up and was grossed out. It appairs he had jerked off and blew his load all over them. It makes me wonder what else he has been doing to my stuff. Do you think he is thinking of me when he does that because that just creeps me out. I wish I could confront him about this but I dont want to talk about that kind stuff with him.
On January 1, 2002 was the worst day in my life. Why because my mom had passed away.My mom had just fought Breast Cancer then Komen Therapy. I would always remember seeing my mom in the hospital bed then I would cry a lot. My mom had passed away about 10 or 15 minutes after midnight. While everybody else was partying,well I don't celebrate New Year's any so I went to bed.Well my dad was trying to call me so I can help him save my mother, well I couldn't hear him because of my neighbors playing with firecrackers. But,after I heard the ambulance I woke up to see what's going on they were coming to my house. So the ambulance took my mother so my dad was driving me to hospital. After we got their the doctors wouldn't tell me what happen to my mother, but about a hour later the doctor told me and my father that my mom passed away from a heart attack. When I got the news I thought it was all a dream,but I realize it wasn't a dream I was still up. So I kept crying and crying I would keep asking myself why me what did I do to deserve this. I would keep asking God why why are you doing this to me. My mom meant so much to me she would be their from the good times through the bad. So when I went home I couldn't sleep I would just keep crying and crying. Then all of the sudden I will try to kill myself, luck I had family & friends to stop me for doing that. I even had problems with school I wasn't passing my college courses I just had a hard time studying.
About that time I thought about quiting college I just wasn't into especially after my mom died. Now it has been five years now I can't believe it's been that long I still go to the cementary when I am not working. But, I was blessed to had my mother for 19 years some didn't even have their mother when they were borning. The most I was glad to have my mom see is my high school graduation. But, what I am trying to say is that we all think that are parents are strange, but you got to realizes that they're not going to be their for ever so appreciated while their still here.
I am a 61 year old male that moved to a new stae after living 37yrs. in another.I have been in the apartment that I am in now for over two yrs, and in that time I have had none of my family come to visit me on a social level. I am not a loner and do not like to feel ostracized. I have done everything I can think of to let them see that I would like for at least one of them to come and visit me once in awhile. The only way I get to see any of my family is if I go to vist them at their place. It really ticks me off that in the 2+ yrs that I have been in this apartment I have yet to serve even a glass of water to any of my family. Thay all say they love me and care about me, but actions speak louder then words, or so I've been told. If I didn't have my computer to get me through the rough spots I don't know what I would do. I have almost given up on trying to get any of them to stop by once in awhile. I mena it's not like I need company, I would just like some once in awhile
Well I've never really had parents or anyone thats even cared about me until I was 15 and I met Jon my current boyfriend of almost 2 years his family has treated me as if I was really part of their family.
I regret my mom for the way she had treated my sister and I for example my mom would always move around from guy to guy, house to house, she never really did anything for us, I feel bad now when she asks me for money and things like that so I give it to her, even though if I would've asked for money she wouldn't have done it. She basically kicked me out of her house, and then turened around and asked me for money.
I also regret my father he has never been around my mother left him before i even turned one because he got all strung out on drugs and turned into an alcholic. When I turned five he came to my birthday and molested/raped a friend of mine that was at my birthday party.
I know I should forgive them but my mom doesnt admit to any of the things that she has done so its hard to forgive her. and my father I cant stand to even talk to him because of what he did to me and I blame him for everything i've been through.
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