It’s that I think my step grandma was an awful person and I didn’t cry when she passed.
Because of how she treated my dad. How she treated my mom, me, and everyone in my family. Lied, manipulated, called names, passed judgment all the time.
She bullied my dad into smoking when he was 9! And now he has copd, and is too paranoid to go see a dr, and I’m just mad at my step grandmother and worried about my dads physical and mental health. I’m worried because he works construction in his mid 50s with copd, he smokes and eats like crap and thinks he’s ok because he’s not fat. He’s the main bread winner in my household and my parents are raising my brothers 3 kids.
I hate how dysfunctional it is. I don’t blame myself anymore for how unstable I’ve been, look where I came from .
But more importantly look where I’m going. Things only have gotten better for me, therapy has done wonders but so have my meds lately.
Just ranting. Lots of emotions