things where going great untill my 94 yo grandother told me that i was fat. it was not that she said i was fat but the way she said it, not only insulted me but it also insulted my caregiver.
i was just about to just let the comment pass off my back like water off a duck's back.
but she was persisting to remind me that i was over weight. by saying that her kniting needle was bent because i sat on it.
that ticked me off so much that i told her that she crushed it her self with her ego.
to that she replied that i had a "big mouth"
let's just say she is a stupid button pusher. since she get's off by insulting everyone.
i told my mom that i will not tolorate verble abuse.
that is when i found out she does it because it makes her feel good by bringing someone down to her level.
it's a no wonder Grampa left this world 16 years ago. and that she never got remarried ever since.
he problaly could not stand her and wanted out of his "till death do we part" deal.
heaven knows that i want to punch her in the nose like i did to the last person who insulted me like her.
the scary part is that she is living in saskatoon now and she is just a small bus ride away.
since she is now incompatent and cannot live on her own anymore she is living in a oldfolks care home.
i figure if she dies before she turns 95 i will not cry. i will rejoice.
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