We tried to talk to my grandfather today. The one from Rochester, I mean. https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8982749/
Dad wanted to get his help, about releasing a certain sum of money endowed to me, in order to pay off my car early.

Well, as soon as he picked up, the line went dead. And he wouldn't pick up after. I'm not that surprised. I'm gonna call him tomorrow to see how he is. Not because I like him. He bores me, and when he doesn't bore me, he angers me. But I don't dislike him so strongly that I'm not going to ignore him when I don't think he wants that.

Ever since that awful day in December, I have agonized. Was it my fault, at least a little? My own mind says no, but how do I know I'm not being self-absolving? I'm not the one who threw the first punch, true. But I was mad. I was mad at my Mom, for forcing me, it felt like, to spend time with someone I didn't like or trust. For two weeks. Without pay, at the height of the holiday season at work. Maybe part of me wanted to hurt, and be hurt.

But he really is a genuinely awful person. Unrepentant womanizer, laughs at all the wrong things, never says sorry, never takes responsibility for what he's done, always tries to blame someone else when karma catches up. Whenever his concubine- oh sorry, wife,- gets jealous or bored, she likes to liven things up by insulting us, and he always takes her side.

Sorry. I'm ranting. Point is, I'm gonna try to be the bigger man, and talk to him. Wish me luck.