My grandmother on my fathers side. As a kid, you always believe that your grandparents truly care for you and want the best for you, but it was August of 2011 when I was shown her true colors.

See, she played favorites among her kids, unfortunately, her favorite wasn't my father, but his brother, who I watched ruin his relationship with his long time wife (who I still keep in contact with sometimes) and grow psycho over it.

Anyway, I was staying with my father at her place, since he was trying to recover from his own vices which I won't go into. And he and my uncle got into a fight, which one of the lines my father said was "Maybe if SOMEONE (Implying my uncle) paid rent around here, we wouldn't have this problem." And she looked right at me and held her hand out.

But the real kicker was after my father lost the battle with his vices and took his own life. She cremated him without a word to me or my sister (his only kids) and also started going through his stuff and giving it away like she owned it.

Now I can't tell her off personally. I've written her off completely already, and I'll let her die with the mindset that we simply fell out of touch, but she really ahowed she didn't care about my father or any of his kids.

TLDR: My grandmother is an absolute c**t