Let’s see…hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………
What I remembered most about you, were NOT those moments of wonderful time we’d shared as I was growing up, oh no, for they weren’t, at all, wonderful, I had only, mistook them as such, because I was way too young to know any better.
What I remembered most about you is, NOTHING! You’d raped me, over, over, over, over, and over, and as I started to cry, you muffled me up, told me to SHUT up and STOP crying! And, for a very long time, I thought it was my fault, that it was something I’d done or I didn’t do, that made you so cruel to me, and, I just, ran, HIT that dead-end real hard, and, it broke me!
What I remembered most about you? Nothing, because you ARE nothing to me, and I didn’t even go to your funeral, to show my final respect, because I have ZERO respect for you (and, feel free to call me an “ingrate” if you want to!). What I remembered most about you? It’s the pains, the sufferings, the endless years of never-ending, NONSTOP abuse that you’d imposed onto me, and, you’d made me carry my parents’ marriage’s burdens too! What kind of a grandparent ARE you? Grandparents were supposed to spoil and love their grandkids, aren’t they? Well, NOT mine, at least, not those two on HIS side!
Life, the Obstacle Course 