My paternal grandmother died, thankfully, in 2004. All I remember of the self serving hag is what an epic bitch she was to my father and by extension me and my
brother because we were half of my mother and she hated my mother. Which all started because when I was 5 years old and she came to the house, I announced
"MOM, Isabelle's here!!!" rather than calling her "grandma". Pffft.......
She had 8 children, 6 boys, 2 girls and loved to pit them against each other. My aunt was her favorite, so it was left to my father to raise the other 7 since he was the oldest boy and she couldn't POSSIBLY be expected to raise her own fucking children.
We saw her once before she died at my cousins wedding and all she did was stare at me as if she was shocked I was alive and breathing. I just wanted to interrupt the wedding and announce that no thanks to HER bullshit, my father actually grew up to give a fuck about his kids.
When she died, family members I didn't even know wanted to call up to give me a guilt trip about how I didn't want to go to her funeral. I figured it was disrespectful to go to a funeral for someone when you were HAPPY they were dead.
She had 8 children, 6 boys, 2 girls and loved to pit them against each other. My aunt was her favorite, so it was left to my father to raise the other 7 since he was the oldest boy and she couldn't POSSIBLY be expected to raise her own fucking children.
We saw her once before she died at my cousins wedding and all she did was stare at me as if she was shocked I was alive and breathing. I just wanted to interrupt the wedding and announce that no thanks to HER bullshit, my father actually grew up to give a fuck about his kids.
When she died, family members I didn't even know wanted to call up to give me a guilt trip about how I didn't want to go to her funeral. I figured it was disrespectful to go to a funeral for someone when you were HAPPY they were dead.
And my granddad,
he's the best! 
I sooooo <3 them both!
I cannot believe the judge sided with her, and that she went and sold it! That's fucking spite. Ugh, I totally know the type of
person you dealt with!
well i lost all that babyfat now, he pretends to not know who i am. a few years
ago he called my dad and told him he wished my mum (his sister) was dead because he'd be better off, and hoped my dad ended up so poor he'd have no
money to buy his kids bread to eat. this is just the tip of the iceberg on my uncle, but i'm sure there's a special spot in hell waiting for him.
