My grandmother was harder on me

She never loved me. Never attempted to know me. Looked at me and treated me like I was trash. She'd bitch at me when I didn't do anything, all while the other grand kids could get away with murder and actually would be acting bad.

She would do things to keep appearances like keep a picture of me (with the other grandkids) at her job. Yet, never would even have a conversation with me or do anything with me ever.

She doesn't have my contact. We haven't talked in years. I got stiffed from being a pall bearer at her husband's funeral. He was a no good son of a bitch too.

She doesn't know where I live or what I do. Total stranger. Yet she has more of a relationship and contact with the other grandkids.

Funny part is I'm not garbage like her. I did more with my life or her husband ever fucking did. All because I don't sit on my ass and eat junk food every day.

I think I did better than the other grandkids who were all supposed to succeed, whereas I was supposed to end up a worthless crackhead like my long dead uncle who fucking traumatized be from breaking into our house.

So yeah. I've done alright. Modest life. I also met a woman who I am starting to like.

My siblings and cousins are all bitter, miserable pieces of shit.

Fuck them all.

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anonymous Relationships February 15, 2026 at 7:29 pm 1 0