I don't know what possessed me to call my grandmother, but I did. Today is her birthday {I have no idea how old she is; I just know she's old; at least in her mid 80s}

I haven't talked to my grandmother in years. I wasn't even sure if she was still alive. I think that was the whole point in calling; to see if she was still kickin. And when she answered, I paused and almost considered hanging up. But I didn't.

She asked me about how my life was going and how my sister was, but asked nothing about my mom. Bitch.

You must understand why I don't like my grandmother so let me explain.

The two familes {my mom's and my dad's} knew each other through mutual jobs, and they didn't particularly care for one another. So when my dad told his mother that he was marrying my mother, she didn't congratulate him. All she said was that he better wait to get married until after he finished college cuz once he was married she wasn't going to pay for his college anymore. Bitch.

When my dad's job transfered him out of New York to Maryland, she blamed my mom for it and got all pissy cuz she was taking her grandkids {my sister and I} away from her. My grandmother knew that it was my dad's job that decided the transfer, but that didn't matter to her.

When my dad died from cancer, my grandmother blamed my mom saying that if she hadn't made him move away from his family and caused him stress he never would have gotten the cancer that killed him. She got even more pissed off when we {my mom, sister and I} moved farther away from New York to Florida.

The updates and phone calls between grandchildren and grandmother became far and few between in the years that followed until they pretty much stopped altogether. There was the occasional phone call or e-mail, but nothing more. When my sister was 13, she wrote a letter to my grandmother flat out telling her that she hated her and didn't want anything to do with her again. That's what pretty much ended all communication.

When my grandfather died {I don't remember what from; I think it was a heart attack} we didn't find out from my grandmother, not even through a phone call from any other family member. My uncle e-mailed my mother three days after the funeral. WTF?! Whatever. It didn't affect my sister and I in any way.

There were quite a few smaller things/issues that happened, but I don't have enough time to list them all. Besides, if I did, this entry would be extremely long.

So I gave my grandmother the e-mail address that I never use and gave her my cell number, but in a roundabout way told her that I wasn't going to be answering it. It'll be changing in two months anyway and I don't think I'll be giving her my new number.

K, I think that about sums it up. If you don't understand why I severely don't like my grandmother, read through this again and try to picture it in your head. If ya still don't get it, I don't know what to tell ya.

Its sad when people let their personal feelings cloud their judgement.
» Southern on 2007-05-15 07:57:31

My Dad's dad is very simliar. I hate that fucker. And he knows it. He ignored me at my cousins wedding as he has done for years because I chose to live with my mom when my parents got divorced. Sometimes old stubborn people suck.
» lyndeep on 2007-05-17 10:54:19

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