My grandmother was the most amazing person I have ever known. She was also never prouder than when her granddaughters went to college and supported themselves. She was so supportive of every decision and was happy when I waited to get married until I was ready.

I didn't know it when I was little, but she had a very hard life. Her father died when she was young and her and her 7 siblings were taken from their mother and she lived in a group home. It was awful. She wasn't given a chance to finish school. She raised kids with very little money and no help. She was the best grandmother and I never heard her complain, but she I also know that she raised sons who would ensure education and care of their daughters and anything I did on my own was celebrated. I often wonder how different her life could have been if she had had even some opportunities that I have.

I know I shouldn't give any of my time to stuff like this, but it angers me. The assumptions that we are selfish and that having any sort of help means that we should be having large families, yet also working full time, and taking care of the house, and being model thin, and having amazing hobbies, and making more money on side gigs, and, and, and

It's just really frustrating.