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Originally Posted by sara1998
I hate to be the "Debbie Downer" here, but my grandmother was like that, and went to her grave like that. She manipulated my youngest uncle, he was her favorite, because he would ask how high when she yelled jump. When we, (me, mom, oldest uncle) wouldn't budge, she'd get pissy and say that we didn't love her the way the youngest uncle does. Pathetic bull****. She was always sympathetic and would loan you money, but would hold it over your head... "I loaned you money, now you have to say how high when I say jump..." I never asked that woman for one thing. And she hated it because she couldn't manipulate me, because she didn't have anything to hold over my head. I'm sorry about your moms Deanna. I wish I had some great advice, but I don't. I can just tell you that I've been there....
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the ____ that was my Mom's Mother.
This manipulated ____ is single-handedly responsible for my Mom not being able to raise her daughter's when she was younger, which caused my Mom great deals of grief (I didnt know I had 2 older sisters until Jan 2005-Though I knew I had one older sister back in Oct.1989, But I blew my Mom off during that discussion-Sadly My Mom only had less than two months to get to know her daughter she had to give up for adoption Bonita, later to be named Lesa before she died).
When that waste of humanity known as my Grandmother died back in 1994, My Mom notified me by the local Police Dept.. The officer drove here to our home to tell me "Your Mother wanted you to know your Grandmother died...", to which my reply shocked the officer "So...". Thus ended my relationship with that ____. May she rot in the eternity that is her purgatory.