Re: The Dream Thread - share and discuss
Oh and those are the grandparents I knew and loved.
I am RENOWNED for my long memory and my ever lasting grudges against things I find morally wrong. You can pretty much do whatever you want to me and I forgive, to an extend. My Mother will never have my forgiveness and her mother barely got my acceptance. You could say in my family I am the Matriarch of Family disputes. I keep the records mentally of who did what to who and who needs to make amends. I call the shots from 1700 miles away. I settle the scores. I write the books.
When my mother’s father died I was not born. My father says he wanted my brother raised by a better man that my father was. My father made it clear he was not to come near my brother again. Later the man was jumped and stabbed to death over his cookie company. I was born later. I felt weird toward my Nana but didn’t know why. Later I found out.
After the divorce, my mother lied. She said my father beat her. MUCH later she admitted it was a lie. At the time I was around 8 going on 9. When I came home one day to cry to my grandma that boys in school were tormenting me for my different colored eyes. I didn’t know my mother’s evil words. My father, brother and I were living in a roach invested hell hole while my mother decided our lives. My grandmother played innocent and paid 3 boys $10 each to find me, chase me and beat me with 2X4s while screaming at me that I was a four eyed freak from hell. I ran home bleeding with them chasing me. I got to her door and cried for her to help. She came to the screen looked down on me and said “Pay your own debts child and that of your fathers” and closed the door. Those boys beat me nearly senseless until I faught back.
Years later, she called me crying hysterically crying. She loves me and she was wrong to do what she did. My mother was a lying evil woman. She felt so bad she had treated her grandchild that way. I told her life was too short to recall bad things. I said she had my blessing. My mother begged that woman’s grace before she died. My grandmother was recording saying “Hilda, .. Oscar & Veronica “ My mother was furious that she left out my half sister. The old woman said “You shall have no peace till you make amends with them”. She died less than a week later. Weird video tape.
When she died, my father called down the hall to me. “Your grandmother has died” I said I knew that.. she had been dead nearly a year. He said no, the other one. I said “I have only one”. Two years later I got a hold of that tape. I wish that old woman no misery only peace. But she is not my grandmother.
PS: My mother's side are the Spainards. They take this stuff seriously.
I am RENOWNED for my long memory and my ever lasting grudges against things I find morally wrong. You can pretty much do whatever you want to me and I forgive, to an extend. My Mother will never have my forgiveness and her mother barely got my acceptance. You could say in my family I am the Matriarch of Family disputes. I keep the records mentally of who did what to who and who needs to make amends. I call the shots from 1700 miles away. I settle the scores. I write the books.
When my mother’s father died I was not born. My father says he wanted my brother raised by a better man that my father was. My father made it clear he was not to come near my brother again. Later the man was jumped and stabbed to death over his cookie company. I was born later. I felt weird toward my Nana but didn’t know why. Later I found out.
After the divorce, my mother lied. She said my father beat her. MUCH later she admitted it was a lie. At the time I was around 8 going on 9. When I came home one day to cry to my grandma that boys in school were tormenting me for my different colored eyes. I didn’t know my mother’s evil words. My father, brother and I were living in a roach invested hell hole while my mother decided our lives. My grandmother played innocent and paid 3 boys $10 each to find me, chase me and beat me with 2X4s while screaming at me that I was a four eyed freak from hell. I ran home bleeding with them chasing me. I got to her door and cried for her to help. She came to the screen looked down on me and said “Pay your own debts child and that of your fathers” and closed the door. Those boys beat me nearly senseless until I faught back.
Years later, she called me crying hysterically crying. She loves me and she was wrong to do what she did. My mother was a lying evil woman. She felt so bad she had treated her grandchild that way. I told her life was too short to recall bad things. I said she had my blessing. My mother begged that woman’s grace before she died. My grandmother was recording saying “Hilda, .. Oscar & Veronica “ My mother was furious that she left out my half sister. The old woman said “You shall have no peace till you make amends with them”. She died less than a week later. Weird video tape.
When she died, my father called down the hall to me. “Your grandmother has died” I said I knew that.. she had been dead nearly a year. He said no, the other one. I said “I have only one”. Two years later I got a hold of that tape. I wish that old woman no misery only peace. But she is not my grandmother.
PS: My mother's side are the Spainards. They take this stuff seriously.
