Whole New World

Jan 25, 2005 07:50

I've always been close to my grandmother. More so to my grandfather, but I was at their house so often growing up that it seemed as though they were raising me at times.
She's had somewhere in the number of 5 strokes now, and it's been hard seeing her deteriorate before my eyes. Her blood's too thick, her blood's too thin... more medicine, less medicine.
It's been the never-ending battle that you fight with grandparents in their later years.
On the 20th, she turned 90. I was there - me and my family and my aunt were there. Everyone else, including her other living 6 children were not.
Dad's exhausted taking care of her all the time and I've been trying to help. I've been cleaning and going up there every day and her face would just light up.
We'd been talking about getting a bigger house, as those close to me know. So she could live with me and my family and no one else would have to worry about spending the nights away from their spouses, since she can't be left alone at night.
Well, last night I was going to be the one to stay with her since Dad was too tired to move. I offered and he accepted. I told her I was going to spend the night and she was fine with it. Told me to make sure to put my laptop on the table instead of on the tray cause it might break.
My uncle comes up there to check on us, everything seems fine.
When I finally lay down around 10:30, she comes to the door and screams for me to get our of her house. She told me I was the worst person she'd ever met, that what happened with Ben should show my character and that that was the reason no one had ever liked me. That I was trying to take her house and that she wasn't going to let me do that... that she wanted me to get my stuff and leave her house and never come back. And there was more.
But.
That was enough.
I thought that she was going crazy because she was telling me things that had never been true in her lifetime. I thought she was in one of her spells and that she'd wake up fine.
Apparantly not because she's still swearing it this morning also.
I had to get dad to come up, and she kicked him out of the house too,... told him he'd never loved her and never helped her a day in his life.
Right. This man that spends 4 nights out of the week there and all the ensuing hours between when he gets home and when it's time for bed. Lol, we moved to be nearer to his mom. We're next door!
I think someone muttered a few words to her and she ran with it, honestly. I think my uncle told her he thought that that was what's going on, which is ridiculous... unbeknownst to him, she's offered me the house. I said no. It was my PawPaw's house and I miss him terribly. Especially right now.
So. that's what I'm left with.
This hateful grandmother.
Lord, I've never seen anyone be that mean to anyone else in my life. And I've seen some hateful things.
So, my children - my sister and my daughter aren't going up there. I'd probably deck the 90 year old bitch if she said anything to either of them, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.
She hurt my dad so bad I don't think he'll ever get over it.
And that hurts me so much.
There's more to say. It's stuck in my chest and it's making it tight and painful.
Senility is one thing. This is waking up in a whole new world.
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