I Have Grandparents Who Taught Me Life Lessons
My M grandparents, moved to Arizona when my Grandpa retired. I remember my Grandma was always standoffish and didn't seem to like me, she wasn't mean to me, or never did anything to me to physically hurt me, she just more or less ignored me. My Grandpa on the other hand at the time when I was five or six (the age when they moved away) seemed to be fun, and always ready to play. I really missed him when they moved off like that.
For the next five years or so mom and I would make the trip over Easter to visit them, just the two of us, it was somewhere during that time that I had became wiser. Grandpa was still kind to me, and treated me like a loving grandparent but my eyes were open and I saw we weren't welcome it was a mask. They both treated my mom the exact same that my grandma treated me. I remember looking around one Easter when I had to be about nine and realizing how happy both my grandparents were that their other children were there, and how mom and I were pretty much unincluded or ignored.
When my brother was born I was 11 and had already started to hate those trips. I loved the trips so I guess that last statement is a lie, the trip I enjoyed we never went on vacation and seldom left too far from our hometown or the neighboring counties the trip was always an adventure for me. I hated how we treated, and felt bad knowing mom tried so hard to get them to like her (us) When Brody was born mom finally did something they approved of because they started treating us all better, and they loved Brody very much. The trips were less miserable after that, but I was glad when I no longer had to take them. A part of me felt unforgiving from years past and maybe even a little jealous that they showered my brother with a grandparental love I never really had.
8 years ago my brother passed away. My grandparents came here for his funeral and has refused to speak to any of us since. Well, that is another lie, they refuse to speak to my mom, my grandfather does message me on occasion and asks how "we" are doing.
My grandparents taught me a lot of life lessons alright, they taught me how to not treat my child and someday how to not treat my grandchildren.
If I jumped into the car and made the trip my grandfather would welcome me with a hug and a fake smile, my grandmother would say it's nice to see me as she stood a million feet away as if she could catch some fatal bug from me, and both would put on an act like they are happy to see me, but neither will speak to the one person who wants to talk to them, my mom so you know what I don't go out of my way to visit and be welcomed into the home of fakeness.
For the next five years or so mom and I would make the trip over Easter to visit them, just the two of us, it was somewhere during that time that I had became wiser. Grandpa was still kind to me, and treated me like a loving grandparent but my eyes were open and I saw we weren't welcome it was a mask. They both treated my mom the exact same that my grandma treated me. I remember looking around one Easter when I had to be about nine and realizing how happy both my grandparents were that their other children were there, and how mom and I were pretty much unincluded or ignored.
When my brother was born I was 11 and had already started to hate those trips. I loved the trips so I guess that last statement is a lie, the trip I enjoyed we never went on vacation and seldom left too far from our hometown or the neighboring counties the trip was always an adventure for me. I hated how we treated, and felt bad knowing mom tried so hard to get them to like her (us) When Brody was born mom finally did something they approved of because they started treating us all better, and they loved Brody very much. The trips were less miserable after that, but I was glad when I no longer had to take them. A part of me felt unforgiving from years past and maybe even a little jealous that they showered my brother with a grandparental love I never really had.
8 years ago my brother passed away. My grandparents came here for his funeral and has refused to speak to any of us since. Well, that is another lie, they refuse to speak to my mom, my grandfather does message me on occasion and asks how "we" are doing.
My grandparents taught me a lot of life lessons alright, they taught me how to not treat my child and someday how to not treat my grandchildren.
If I jumped into the car and made the trip my grandfather would welcome me with a hug and a fake smile, my grandmother would say it's nice to see me as she stood a million feet away as if she could catch some fatal bug from me, and both would put on an act like they are happy to see me, but neither will speak to the one person who wants to talk to them, my mom so you know what I don't go out of my way to visit and be welcomed into the home of fakeness.
