...my grandparents?
They're just soooo mean. My grandfather was an abusive alcoholic with the strange idea that he's smarter than everyone.
My grandmother is a bible-thumping lunatic who constantly berates my look, my friends, my musical choices, and tells me that I'm going to hell, and she'll be up in heaven, laughing.
My spinster aunt (who lives with them) constantly makes fun of me and punches my arm so hard she leaves marks. (And the bitch is 40.)
Is it wrong to hate them?
I don't think so. And if I'm going to hell, so be it. (Though quite honestly, I think I'm already there.)
They're just soooo mean. My grandfather was an abusive alcoholic with the strange idea that he's smarter than everyone.
My grandmother is a bible-thumping lunatic who constantly berates my look, my friends, my musical choices, and tells me that I'm going to hell, and she'll be up in heaven, laughing.
My spinster aunt (who lives with them) constantly makes fun of me and punches my arm so hard she leaves marks. (And the bitch is 40.)
Is it wrong to hate them?
I don't think so. And if I'm going to hell, so be it. (Though quite honestly, I think I'm already there.)
