Grandmothers. Lots of people got them! They love you,give you treats and smells like lavender. That's what my dad's mom was like. Only she lives on the other side of the country. This isn't about my lovable and selfless granny. No, it's about my mom's mom. The hated and selfish cold lady. You might be thinking that is very rude thing to call someone but once you hear the story, you'd be upset too. 

Let's go to the beginning... the time I like to call: the cause (first i'm going to change her name to Bea because I would like to keep some stuff still private)It's the  1950's. Bea lived on a small farm with her parents and ten siblings. Her two oldest sisters had to move to another family member's home because they couldn't afford a bigger home. Bea's father played the violin and was very good. Bea wasn't aloud to play because her hand were too short and stubby. Bea's second oldest sister was nearly the same age as Bea. The sister was very very smart and was constantly praised. Jealous Bea were study all recess to beat her sister.Because of this Bea never ad any human friends, She did however have lots of pigs,chickens and cows that kept her company. Unfournately they would all end up dead on the families diner plates one day.

Skip a few years- Bea has two bioligical girls and adopts a boy with her now ex husband. Bea gets angrier and threatens the children. Saying stuff like I'm going to kill you. After shouting she returns to her nearly emptied bottle of wine. 

Now my time-

One of those daughters is my mother. A beautiful , selfmade woman who has also divorced. She had moved away from her haunting childhood and starts a new life in a small hamlet near a grand city. Ever so often her mother would come to visit to take care of us hile she takes more shifts at work. When we are alone my grandmother tells horrible rumors. She has been telling me this since I was eight or seven years old :

Your father had an affair

Your dad tried to leave you

Your old man is only spending time with you because he has to

She hasn't seen my dad in nine years

Another horrible story which my sister had told me a few years ago is that my grandmother.killed.my sister's.cat.

So, my grandmother was babysitting my sister and I. (my brother wasn't born yet) While my parents spent a vacantion in france. I was I think a toddler so my sister would be in her preteens. My mom's aunt had moved to England and had to get rid of her old cat called Tiggy. So my mom took her in. Tiggy to Jasmine (fake name) was everything. But when my grandmother came. *Note she had been around cats all her life. She had to get rid of the cat. Jasmine heartbroken and angry called my mom's dad. Who is the ex husband.Being a kind grandfather he let the cat stay at his place for the night and invited Jasmine to sleep there too. In the morning, the cat had already been taken to the vet and was put to sleep. They didn't tell my sister that Tiggy was dead until many years later. 

My mom,brother and I have adopted a cat named Sara and Bea has come to visit mutiple times. Guess what? Not a single sneeze.