I Nominate...
My grandmother for evil bitch of the year! I'm still completely shocked the 88 year-old woman can be such a villain to her own family. Her newest stunt pretty much tops them all...
Yesterday, I called home to see if my sister had heard the results of her job interview in Grand Rapids yet. She told me they postponed it till Friday. She also told me that mom needed to talk to me now. Uh-oh. "What about?" I asked. "The usual," my sister responded. AKA grandma, the thorn in our side, especially now that she's visiting for my dad's birthday this last Sunday.
She and my grandpa are due for departure today, and thank God for that. However, she couldn't leave without a few parting shots. So, here's what she said and did yesterday that had my mom crying to me incoherently on the phone last night:
Everyday when she visits, she comes over with my grandpa and sits by my dad's side. She reads to him, shows him pictures, reminisces, and talks her little head off. However, when she comes over, she just walks right in the door, doesn't say hi to my mom, and goes immediately to my dad. She never calls to say when she's coming, she never knocks. she never stays for dinner, and she always leaves before 6 or 7 pm, missing my brother and sister completely.
All of this is incredibly irritating, but top that with all the horrible things she says. My mom had just finished turning my dad, and as usual, it's a none-too-pleasant feeling for him. Nevertheless, if he isn't turned in bed several times a day, a pressure sore could result, and that really can complicate his health. We KNOW this from experience! So he groans in pain and complains, but my mom, a registered nurse and his wife, knows it's best. My grandma of course sees nothing but her son in pain. She doesn't seem to think my mom loves him, and she doesn't seem to realize how much my mom has done for my dad, out of love for him and all of her family. So what does she do? She pecks my dad on the cheek, says good-bye to him, and whispers just loud enough so my mom can hear, "Well, at least I don't treat you like a piece of meat." Next, she pecks my sister on the cheek and says good-bye, and then turns around and walks out the door without so much as a word to my mom. My mom follows her out, and she still refused to turn around and acknowledge her. All the while, she's saying to my grandpa, "Oh, he's failing Ken. He's really not looking well. I don't know if he'll be around another year." My mom hears all of this, and still grandma never turns around to say a word to her. I'm sorry, but WHAT A BITCH!!! Of course my mom felt totally rejected. And we all know my grandma. She SO would do something like this. She always finds something to criticize people for. She always finds the one thing you can't stand to hear and says it. Sure, she's senile, and sure, she "loves" us, but more and more, we wonder if the woman really knows the meaning of the word. If love is throwing money at problems and family members, instead of actually putting some thought into something, then I think she's got it mastered. But I don't think that's what love is, and honestly, as appreciative of her donations as we are, they really mean very little in the long run. She hasn't a clue what it means to really care about your family members. And of all people, my mom is the closest person I know to a saint. She has endured nearly 20 years of being my dad's primary care-taker, through thick and thin. So many other spouses would have left by now. His disease is notoriously bad on the family as well as the victim. If it weren't for my mother, I KNOW I would probably be miserable right now. There's so much more she deserves. I wish someday that she finally gets to be happy. All I can do is support her and encourage her, and love her. Me, my brother, sister, and dad are all the family she has left. To hear and be witness to such hateful behavior from her own in-laws, when she's the reason they still have a son to visit, is downright traumatic.
I and all of my friends think my grandmother is a despicable person, and I hope she realizes someday how truly horrible she is and has been to all of us. Shoot, maybe she'll die this year, or one of her 4 scheduled cruises will sink. One can hope, right?
So, I have today off. I have to work Saturday. As long as I get to enjoy today and Sunday, I suppose that's fine. I didn't end up sleeping in though, because of all the construction going on on my road. Lovely. So since I was up early, I decided to make muffins. Only to find I had no eggs. Ugh. So, pulled on some clothes and went to Meijer. Got my eggs and flowers for mom, thinking that maybe I should just come over and maker her breakfast this morning since I was up. On my way to the flowers, I stopped by the pets to visit the guinea pigs, and there again, was the cutest little one I ever saw. It was there Sunday too. So very cute!!! Well, I've been saying all summer and even before that that I was going to get a guinea pig. It was only a matter of time before I found one I really fell in love with. Seeing this one for the second time, it was undeniable. I had to have it. So now, I have a guinea pig. It's a boy, and I've named him Spice because of his wild brown colored fur. He's a lot like my very first guinea pig, who was wild grey and white. He also has some white splotches like Samantha did. Half his nose and a little spot on his back. So cute. And he's very happy in his lovely new big tank. I fortunately didn't have to buy that, just everything else. Ugh. This turned out to be a very expensive early morning trip to the store, but it was worth it.
I went over to my parents' and gave my mom her flowers, made her breakfast, and we talked. Unfortunately, my grandparents came back again. I took care of cleaning the tank, and left with a hug for my mom. Never saying hello or even goodbye to grandma. I doubt the bitch even knew I was there. She just made a beeline for my dad. I really didn't want to leave my mom alone with them, but I also don't want to get in the middle of all this either. I didn't know what to do. So I left. My mom was arguing with my grandma, to no end unfortunately, and then talking with my grandpa about how horrible she was treating her, that also to no end. All my grandpa ever does is defend her, and say he thinks my mom should see a counselor. Hmph. Shrinks.
Well, I hate to say it, but I do have a lot more planned for the day, so I did kind of have to leave. Grandma's hardly been interested in me this whole visit anyway, so I don't regret leaving her without a word. I'm going to enjoy the rest of my day- to hell with her!!! I just hope my mom doesn't end up miserable again. :(
So, now that the muffins are finally baked, and the guinea pig is finally settled in, it's time to take a shower, shave (joy), go to IKEA and see what that $25 gift certificate can get me, and then to Sean's to make a tasty dinner for him. (Probably means another store visit too.) After dinner, we might possibly go see the WTC movie out today. We'll see... That would be one to see on the big screen though...
Ok, so ttfn. Be thankful your grandparents are not devil spawn like mine!!!
Yesterday, I called home to see if my sister had heard the results of her job interview in Grand Rapids yet. She told me they postponed it till Friday. She also told me that mom needed to talk to me now. Uh-oh. "What about?" I asked. "The usual," my sister responded. AKA grandma, the thorn in our side, especially now that she's visiting for my dad's birthday this last Sunday.
She and my grandpa are due for departure today, and thank God for that. However, she couldn't leave without a few parting shots. So, here's what she said and did yesterday that had my mom crying to me incoherently on the phone last night:
Everyday when she visits, she comes over with my grandpa and sits by my dad's side. She reads to him, shows him pictures, reminisces, and talks her little head off. However, when she comes over, she just walks right in the door, doesn't say hi to my mom, and goes immediately to my dad. She never calls to say when she's coming, she never knocks. she never stays for dinner, and she always leaves before 6 or 7 pm, missing my brother and sister completely.
All of this is incredibly irritating, but top that with all the horrible things she says. My mom had just finished turning my dad, and as usual, it's a none-too-pleasant feeling for him. Nevertheless, if he isn't turned in bed several times a day, a pressure sore could result, and that really can complicate his health. We KNOW this from experience! So he groans in pain and complains, but my mom, a registered nurse and his wife, knows it's best. My grandma of course sees nothing but her son in pain. She doesn't seem to think my mom loves him, and she doesn't seem to realize how much my mom has done for my dad, out of love for him and all of her family. So what does she do? She pecks my dad on the cheek, says good-bye to him, and whispers just loud enough so my mom can hear, "Well, at least I don't treat you like a piece of meat." Next, she pecks my sister on the cheek and says good-bye, and then turns around and walks out the door without so much as a word to my mom. My mom follows her out, and she still refused to turn around and acknowledge her. All the while, she's saying to my grandpa, "Oh, he's failing Ken. He's really not looking well. I don't know if he'll be around another year." My mom hears all of this, and still grandma never turns around to say a word to her. I'm sorry, but WHAT A BITCH!!! Of course my mom felt totally rejected. And we all know my grandma. She SO would do something like this. She always finds something to criticize people for. She always finds the one thing you can't stand to hear and says it. Sure, she's senile, and sure, she "loves" us, but more and more, we wonder if the woman really knows the meaning of the word. If love is throwing money at problems and family members, instead of actually putting some thought into something, then I think she's got it mastered. But I don't think that's what love is, and honestly, as appreciative of her donations as we are, they really mean very little in the long run. She hasn't a clue what it means to really care about your family members. And of all people, my mom is the closest person I know to a saint. She has endured nearly 20 years of being my dad's primary care-taker, through thick and thin. So many other spouses would have left by now. His disease is notoriously bad on the family as well as the victim. If it weren't for my mother, I KNOW I would probably be miserable right now. There's so much more she deserves. I wish someday that she finally gets to be happy. All I can do is support her and encourage her, and love her. Me, my brother, sister, and dad are all the family she has left. To hear and be witness to such hateful behavior from her own in-laws, when she's the reason they still have a son to visit, is downright traumatic.
I and all of my friends think my grandmother is a despicable person, and I hope she realizes someday how truly horrible she is and has been to all of us. Shoot, maybe she'll die this year, or one of her 4 scheduled cruises will sink. One can hope, right?
So, I have today off. I have to work Saturday. As long as I get to enjoy today and Sunday, I suppose that's fine. I didn't end up sleeping in though, because of all the construction going on on my road. Lovely. So since I was up early, I decided to make muffins. Only to find I had no eggs. Ugh. So, pulled on some clothes and went to Meijer. Got my eggs and flowers for mom, thinking that maybe I should just come over and maker her breakfast this morning since I was up. On my way to the flowers, I stopped by the pets to visit the guinea pigs, and there again, was the cutest little one I ever saw. It was there Sunday too. So very cute!!! Well, I've been saying all summer and even before that that I was going to get a guinea pig. It was only a matter of time before I found one I really fell in love with. Seeing this one for the second time, it was undeniable. I had to have it. So now, I have a guinea pig. It's a boy, and I've named him Spice because of his wild brown colored fur. He's a lot like my very first guinea pig, who was wild grey and white. He also has some white splotches like Samantha did. Half his nose and a little spot on his back. So cute. And he's very happy in his lovely new big tank. I fortunately didn't have to buy that, just everything else. Ugh. This turned out to be a very expensive early morning trip to the store, but it was worth it.
I went over to my parents' and gave my mom her flowers, made her breakfast, and we talked. Unfortunately, my grandparents came back again. I took care of cleaning the tank, and left with a hug for my mom. Never saying hello or even goodbye to grandma. I doubt the bitch even knew I was there. She just made a beeline for my dad. I really didn't want to leave my mom alone with them, but I also don't want to get in the middle of all this either. I didn't know what to do. So I left. My mom was arguing with my grandma, to no end unfortunately, and then talking with my grandpa about how horrible she was treating her, that also to no end. All my grandpa ever does is defend her, and say he thinks my mom should see a counselor. Hmph. Shrinks.
Well, I hate to say it, but I do have a lot more planned for the day, so I did kind of have to leave. Grandma's hardly been interested in me this whole visit anyway, so I don't regret leaving her without a word. I'm going to enjoy the rest of my day- to hell with her!!! I just hope my mom doesn't end up miserable again. :(
So, now that the muffins are finally baked, and the guinea pig is finally settled in, it's time to take a shower, shave (joy), go to IKEA and see what that $25 gift certificate can get me, and then to Sean's to make a tasty dinner for him. (Probably means another store visit too.) After dinner, we might possibly go see the WTC movie out today. We'll see... That would be one to see on the big screen though...
Ok, so ttfn. Be thankful your grandparents are not devil spawn like mine!!!