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The Sad Truth of Things
6 years ago
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I really need to get back into doing collabs jesus H christ. Hello everyone. It's been a while.
Bet you've all been expecting a triumphant return? Funny that, so was I. I was planning on doing that today actually. So you might be wondering, why didn't I? Why is there this shitty journal instead? Well simply put my precious watchers, my grandfather happened. Did he die? No no. Did he do something horribly wrong? Why yes, yes indeed he did.
What you may ask? He called my partner
a "thing". Yes you read that right, a thing. To properly explain this story I need to start from the start.
My mum recently turned 50, so for her 50th my sister decided to take her to Paris since my mother loves Paris. Since I don't have a proper lisence yet I can't actually drive by myself. (In Australia we have a few steps for these things.) So to take care of food and other general things my mum asks her grandparents to house sit. The first week is somewhat fine, minus the fact my grandfather kept trying to guilt trip to buy him an extention cord to use the weed whacker in the back yard even though he should have used the rent money Hazel gave him. So out of pocket Hazel bought him one as he was guilted into it.
A few days later he wanted to use it in the back yard, I told him that's not a good idea. As my sisters dog is scared of them and would attack it, he tried it any way. Big surprise, it didn't work. He never turned on the hand brake in my mums car and used the excuse 'it's a flat surface' like that even mattered. Instead of actually admitting he didn't know.
Now, threw a VR party for a small group of my friends. On said night he insulted two of my friends by being as hostile and rude as possible. One of them were on the verge of tears and began to drink heavily after that interaction, which was NOT okay. He came down and confronted me about them coming upstairs. Want to know how that went down?
"Why are they coming upstairs?"
"To use the bathroom."
"Why?"
"Are they bothering you in the slightest?"
"Well-.."
"Exactly. So leave them alone. They've done nothing wrong. They're allowed to use the bathroom in my house."
He waddled off in a grumble after that. And the next day he actually ASKED me if I had friends who had any welding equipment that he could use for FREE. Oh, also! The night before the VR party he talked shit about Hazel and I behind our backs and tried to have my dad go down and yell at us. He did for a little, until he learned the full context. And then he began to understand. Now, this all leads up to today.
I'm asleep at this point, I hear from Hazel that he was talking to my grandmother about going to a hotel in the gold coast and staying there instead. As I'm waking up my grandmother comes in and said to Hazel "We're leaving." And then just leaves. She always says where she's going. But not this time. After I get up Hazel explains this to me and I go into panic mode, since we don't have any official meals and since I can't drive with there being no shops near us. So I freak out and tell my younger brother who I'll call H to call our grandfather. When he does he replies "We left and we'll come back when we want to." So I panic harder and call my dad, on the cusp of tears explain everything to him. My heart was racing and I felt light headed. I felt like I was having an anxiety attack. So my dad told me to clean up, so I did, myself, H, Hazel and A, (H's Twin brother) cleaned up to the best of our ability.
We made that kitchen look brand new and even put a ton of dishes in it. Now, within an hour they suddenly come back. Weren't they supposed to be at a hotel? NOPE! They just tricked us into thinking that so we'd worry. How fucking kind of them. They apparently got mad at H for being too loud last night and for A staying up too late. They're 14, it's the school holidays. They're allowed to stay up. That is something my mum is 100% okay with. Later today we decided we wanted to go make dinner, so the four of us, myself, Hazel, A and H go to my local corner shop. It's extremely expensive but there wasn't much we could do. (We wouldn't buy groceries from there as stated cos it's too expensive.) We stock up on stuff and I get a Facebook call from my mum, she asks how things are. I lie and say everythings great, I only say this because she's on holiday and I don't want her worrying. At the end of the call she said she was told to call me by my dad, but not why. I told her it was sorted with but I'd inform her once she was back, because again, she didn't need to know. She's on HOLIDAY.
We get home and I go into my room to mentally prepare myself. Because I know there'll be some stink eyes thrown (Oh how naive I was.) as I go upstairs I hear H being grilled by my grandmother. He looks on the verge of tears, I'm mad, but I ingore it. I go to the bathroom, do my business and then as I come out they're still going. I head into the kitchen where Hazel is and I talk to them casually. After the yelling stops H goes under the kitchen table, as if trying to escape it and starts petting my cat Absol. Trying to change the topic. (He's very nervous and breaks into tears easily. He can't deal with being talked to like that.) After a little while Hazel and I are chatting in the kitchen. Talking about random shit when suddenly my grandad speaks up and says "I would change the music but that thing in the kitchen has the remote." (In reference to Hazel)
Them making H almost cry was almost crossing the line and Hazel had to calm me down. But them calling Hazel a thing was too much for me to handle. I went out there and it went down like this, I told my grandfather that no one liked how he was treating them and how EVERYONE felt unwanted in our OWN home. He replied by basically calling us all selfish brats and that he'd told my mum everything. I was pissed, naturally. As he basically made my mum upset on her H O L I D A Y. I wanted to be the fucking adult and settle it after she got back. So I told him that she'd be seeing it my way once I had everyones story in check and they all agreed with what I said. He said that I should watch what I say or else I'll "end up in the hospital" to which I apparently replied "Do YOU want to end up in the hospital?" and this is when Hazel rounded the corner, I had my hand on a chair and the other by my side. He had his arms raised and was trying to intimidate me. All this time I'm just trying to hold back my severe anger issues. I have problems when people try belittling me as well as threatening me with physical violence. We go back and forth some more and he decides to tell me that I deserve to have chrons and I'm too selfish to deserve getting treatment for it. You know, life saving treatment that makes it so I don't fucking die. Thanks grandad, I'm really feeling the fucking love. He proceeded to call me worthless and say that I lived in a dungeon. After more back and forth I say that he made my brother A feel unwelcome by constantly yelling at him when he plays games, to which he immediately tried to bust into his room and go off at him. I interjected and pointed out how hypocritical he was for being pissed off about A telling me how my grandfather constantly harassed him about it when he talked to my father about Hazel and I behind our backs.
Fun fact, my mum was listening to our argument because she'd called A to find out what her father (my grandfather) was talking about. She had to hang up because of how stressed she was getting. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. And that piece of shit grandfather is the reason she's now stressed as fuck on her fun fun holiday in europe. Thanks Grandad. You're a fucking champ.
Ran everyone out of the house, H and A are staying at my dads and I'm refusing to go upstairs. Hazel is the only one who will.
Also my dad heard what my grandfather said and whew, he's been upstairs for the past 20-30 minutes. Not good for them.
Bet you've all been expecting a triumphant return? Funny that, so was I. I was planning on doing that today actually. So you might be wondering, why didn't I? Why is there this shitty journal instead? Well simply put my precious watchers, my grandfather happened. Did he die? No no. Did he do something horribly wrong? Why yes, yes indeed he did.
What you may ask? He called my partner
a "thing". Yes you read that right, a thing. To properly explain this story I need to start from the start. My mum recently turned 50, so for her 50th my sister decided to take her to Paris since my mother loves Paris. Since I don't have a proper lisence yet I can't actually drive by myself. (In Australia we have a few steps for these things.) So to take care of food and other general things my mum asks her grandparents to house sit. The first week is somewhat fine, minus the fact my grandfather kept trying to guilt trip
to buy him an extention cord to use the weed whacker in the back yard even though he should have used the rent money Hazel gave him. So out of pocket Hazel bought him one as he was guilted into it. A few days later he wanted to use it in the back yard, I told him that's not a good idea. As my sisters dog is scared of them and would attack it, he tried it any way. Big surprise, it didn't work. He never turned on the hand brake in my mums car and used the excuse 'it's a flat surface' like that even mattered. Instead of actually admitting he didn't know.
Now,
threw a VR party for a small group of my friends. On said night he insulted two of my friends by being as hostile and rude as possible. One of them were on the verge of tears and began to drink heavily after that interaction, which was NOT okay. He came down and confronted me about them coming upstairs. Want to know how that went down?"Why are they coming upstairs?"
"To use the bathroom."
"Why?"
"Are they bothering you in the slightest?"
"Well-.."
"Exactly. So leave them alone. They've done nothing wrong. They're allowed to use the bathroom in my house."
He waddled off in a grumble after that. And the next day he actually ASKED me if I had friends who had any welding equipment that he could use for FREE. Oh, also! The night before the VR party he talked shit about Hazel and I behind our backs and tried to have my dad go down and yell at us. He did for a little, until he learned the full context. And then he began to understand. Now, this all leads up to today.
I'm asleep at this point, I hear from Hazel that he was talking to my grandmother about going to a hotel in the gold coast and staying there instead. As I'm waking up my grandmother comes in and said to Hazel "We're leaving." And then just leaves. She always says where she's going. But not this time. After I get up Hazel explains this to me and I go into panic mode, since we don't have any official meals and since I can't drive with there being no shops near us. So I freak out and tell my younger brother who I'll call H to call our grandfather. When he does he replies "We left and we'll come back when we want to." So I panic harder and call my dad, on the cusp of tears explain everything to him. My heart was racing and I felt light headed. I felt like I was having an anxiety attack. So my dad told me to clean up, so I did, myself, H, Hazel and A, (H's Twin brother) cleaned up to the best of our ability.
We made that kitchen look brand new and even put a ton of dishes in it. Now, within an hour they suddenly come back. Weren't they supposed to be at a hotel? NOPE! They just tricked us into thinking that so we'd worry. How fucking kind of them. They apparently got mad at H for being too loud last night and for A staying up too late. They're 14, it's the school holidays. They're allowed to stay up. That is something my mum is 100% okay with. Later today we decided we wanted to go make dinner, so the four of us, myself, Hazel, A and H go to my local corner shop. It's extremely expensive but there wasn't much we could do. (We wouldn't buy groceries from there as stated cos it's too expensive.) We stock up on stuff and I get a Facebook call from my mum, she asks how things are. I lie and say everythings great, I only say this because she's on holiday and I don't want her worrying. At the end of the call she said she was told to call me by my dad, but not why. I told her it was sorted with but I'd inform her once she was back, because again, she didn't need to know. She's on HOLIDAY.
We get home and I go into my room to mentally prepare myself. Because I know there'll be some stink eyes thrown (Oh how naive I was.) as I go upstairs I hear H being grilled by my grandmother. He looks on the verge of tears, I'm mad, but I ingore it. I go to the bathroom, do my business and then as I come out they're still going. I head into the kitchen where Hazel is and I talk to them casually. After the yelling stops H goes under the kitchen table, as if trying to escape it and starts petting my cat Absol. Trying to change the topic. (He's very nervous and breaks into tears easily. He can't deal with being talked to like that.) After a little while Hazel and I are chatting in the kitchen. Talking about random shit when suddenly my grandad speaks up and says "I would change the music but that thing in the kitchen has the remote." (In reference to Hazel)
Them making H almost cry was almost crossing the line and Hazel had to calm me down. But them calling Hazel a thing was too much for me to handle. I went out there and it went down like this, I told my grandfather that no one liked how he was treating them and how EVERYONE felt unwanted in our OWN home. He replied by basically calling us all selfish brats and that he'd told my mum everything. I was pissed, naturally. As he basically made my mum upset on her H O L I D A Y. I wanted to be the fucking adult and settle it after she got back. So I told him that she'd be seeing it my way once I had everyones story in check and they all agreed with what I said. He said that I should watch what I say or else I'll "end up in the hospital" to which I apparently replied "Do YOU want to end up in the hospital?" and this is when Hazel rounded the corner, I had my hand on a chair and the other by my side. He had his arms raised and was trying to intimidate me. All this time I'm just trying to hold back my severe anger issues. I have problems when people try belittling me as well as threatening me with physical violence. We go back and forth some more and he decides to tell me that I deserve to have chrons and I'm too selfish to deserve getting treatment for it. You know, life saving treatment that makes it so I don't fucking die. Thanks grandad, I'm really feeling the fucking love. He proceeded to call me worthless and say that I lived in a dungeon. After more back and forth I say that he made my brother A feel unwelcome by constantly yelling at him when he plays games, to which he immediately tried to bust into his room and go off at him. I interjected and pointed out how hypocritical he was for being pissed off about A telling me how my grandfather constantly harassed him about it when he talked to my father about Hazel and I behind our backs.
Fun fact, my mum was listening to our argument because she'd called A to find out what her father (my grandfather) was talking about. She had to hang up because of how stressed she was getting. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. And that piece of shit grandfather is the reason she's now stressed as fuck on her fun fun holiday in europe. Thanks Grandad. You're a fucking champ.
Ran everyone out of the house, H and A are staying at my dads and I'm refusing to go upstairs. Hazel is the only one who will.
Also my dad heard what my grandfather said and whew, he's been upstairs for the past 20-30 minutes. Not good for them.
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That's a terrible thing to hear. And I can relate. You have my deepest sympathy. I know too well how you feel. Be glad it was just that, an verbal insult.
You know what my grandparents did? They evicted us, me and my mom, from our own family house. They sold the house with us still in it. And illegally threatened and forced us out like dogs.
Whilst spitting on our faces, calling us thieves, liars and "squatters". Our own flesh and blood...calling us "Squatters", in front a bunch of police officers and city workers.
They tried to throw us on to the street, poor as a rat. And even when we finally left, they tried to steal my mothers inheritance.
They used my grandmother to sell the property against her wishes and better judgment. Causing her death as a result. And when she died, they tried to take her money, and the money of my grandmother's children, including my mom's money.
So I truly understand how you feel. Sometimes you'll have the very passionate and loving parents and grandparents. But then, there are those with the most vile sense of morality.
Stand strong, and stand together, you and Hazel. It hurts, I know. But you must stick together. Don't let the ramblings of an old decrepit man ruin your days.
I haven't forgiven my grandparents for leaving my mother and I with such scars. But if I let their evil put me down, I accomplish nothing.
Be strong, both of you. You're good people. Love each other, and don't let evil divide you or put you down.
I'm glad there are people out there who can relate. Most people don't have to deal with this. Hell, most of my grandparents passed away before I was twelve.
We're doing our best, and we're going to just do our own thing and ignore them for the next two days-- as much as we can, anyway.
You're never alone, remember that.
The fact you even had to experience something of that magnitude of someone related to you by blood.
That's disgusting.
It's deplorable and unforgivable. I am glad you're able to stand strong all these years later dude.
You're a good person.
A good person I'm genuinely glad to have met.
I'm very glad to have met you as well.
I'm still kinda in shock three days later tbh.
It seems all like some kinda bad dream.
I honestly can't believe this still happens in families, I've had my fair share of disagreements/arguments with certain family members so I can't help but relate to this on some level... Hope these negative aspects leave your house sooner rather then later, sorry you have to deal with it too *hugs*
Once that happens I'm gonna talk to my mum about everything. It's just a mess.
Super glad / proud that you chose not to have them drag you down to their level of "arguing".
Though that's only because sometimes I have no idea what to do.
However in this case I didn't because I knew if I did I would have been in the wrong entirely as well, so yeah. I guess logic held onto me haha.
Also yeah, it's kinda hard to realise that it actually happened.
I sure as hell didn't want it to, that's for sure.
And yeah; sadly you can't just choose to not have shit like that.
Hell, I didn't even want it to happen.
But my anger got the best of me, guess I kinda blow a fuse when someone calls my partner an object. xwx;
I was already struggling at that point too, considering my younger brother was almost about to cry.
But, nothing much I can do now except be the bigger person in the situation.
I'm thankful that stuff never happened with my family here in Sweden, it shocks me when I hear about all the violence going on.
I'm happy you stayed strong and managed to protect and stick up to Hazel, your friends and brothers, and I hope you won't be bothered by such behavior and insults like that again.
I think it's because that night I lost all emotion for the rest of the night, I couldn't feel anything but disbelief.
And I really am glad that you've never had to deal with that. Family arguments are genuinely one of the worst things ever.
Aye, I can barely handle myself when people go for personal jabs. That's kinda why I exploded. I'm glad I never raised a fist though.
Because in that regard I can say I only kept it verbal. At least there's a benefit, I've been able to keep things verbal. Younger me woulda gladly accepted physical, but now I prefer to use words. xwx