I have a rough history with my grandmother. We haven’t spoken now in 18 months. I’m happy with it. I’ve had hurtful memories resurfacing lately and that helps me to not reach out.

She’s truly a bad person. I’m better off and I know that but I still can’t shake the guilt. Stupid

Her and grandpa had a rough marriage. Lots of fighting, drinking. He died when I was still in grade school and she never even had a service. He served in WWII. Now I have his ashes and plan to get him a plot at Fort Snelling.

We lost my uncle early. My mom was in poor health because of her addictions. Grandma came banging on moms door and said “you’re going to die next”. My mom was heartbroken over losing her brother.

Lived with her for a year after my divorce. Paid rent and everything. She always grumbled about not charging me storage for my stuff in the garage. I was the big asshole if I didn’t think ahead and pick up groceries. I basically rented a room. Was never there.

Something came to a head once. I came back with boxes and was ready to leave that day to temporarily live with my parents. Grandma “you stay here I can’t let you do that to your mom she can’t take living with you”. Fucking asshole. I let her say these things to me.

Cousins partner dies in an extremely tragic event leaving behind cousin and two little ones. Grandma shows up at funeral and yells at me in front of family for something. Mad at me for not calling her enough or some shit? At a funeral.

Get remarried. Grandma doesn’t come to party. Mad at me for some thing.

Sends me a nasty letter telling me how awful I am. I wish I saved it. To remind myself to stay away. I did not save it.

My mom died. Grandma wants her clock back. This is what’s in her head

My dad died. He always helped her out, even after mom died. Hired people to plow her out in the winter. Would do her taxes, be her handyman. She never visited him in the hospital and almost didn’t come to the service because she “had a cold”. This bitch.

Aunt (her daughter) dies. Her big concern is “helping” me clear out aunts home. Naturally so she could take bags and bags of things she wanted for herself. I was too exhausted to give a shit. Where is the grieving mother?

Now my other cousins have nothing to do with her and she’s outlived three children that all hated her.

So of course I step up to help her in her old age. Take off work to take her to doctors. Pick up prescriptions. Take her grocery shopping. Trim her bushes and mow her lawn. All the shit. One day I couldn’t take her shopping on demand. She says “you’re never there for me”.

I actually laughed out loud and said “ok grandma”. That’s the last time we spoke.

Good fucking riddance. And there’s so much more. There. Now it’s off my chest. Thanks twitter diary.