my grandmother

She never treated me the same as the other grandkids. She was very manipulative and knew she could get to them, but couldn't with me. Maybe because they had childhoods and I didn't. I kind of knew my life was fucked, so while they acted like bratty kids I'd be sitting still and being mild mannered.

The other grandkids would get whatever they wanted. My oldest sibling was the golden child. A violent, stupid, lazy, short tempered cunt who everyone thought would set the world on fire. When she was in college my grandmother would pick her up to take her to lunch. Funny, by the time that I started college it never occurred to her to take me to McDonald's or anywhere. It's just the total lack of consideration or caring on her part. That she'd kiss the ass of the favorite, yet ignore me who was supposed to end up a loser.

She's dead now. My abusive sister is living in poverty. I live a quiet life that is better than my upbringing ever was. My sister would abuse me and then give guilt trips, saying how she was going to take me to McDonald's but not now. Funny. I can get McDonald's every day if I were so inclined, I'm not because it's overpriced shit that makes me have to shit whenever I eat it. Point still stands, the tables have turned. She doesn't even have a car.

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anonymous Other November 10, 2026 at 7:59 am 0 0