Chip Chick
“She had another serious brain surgery yesterday, one that there was a 50/50 chance of survival.”
Her grandma was positive she was not going to be surviving her surgery and figured this was the final time they would ever get to spend with each other.
As she sat there in her grandma’s house, watching Netflix with her, her grandma mentioned that she did not want to actually die.
She did her best to make her grandma feel better, but then her grandma said some ridiculously nasty things to her.
“I used to have a granddaughter,” her grandma said. “I don’t have a granddaughter anymore. She used to have morals, high standards, and high high high self-respect.”
“And SHAME. She would have wanted to date perfection. Not a bum like her father. Life is about choices.”
The thing is, her boyfriend isn’t a bum at all; he works a full-time job as a power washer but she knows her grandma believes that any blue-collar job spells bum.
She was so upset by her grandma’s words that she jumped out of her seat and left her grandma there.
She didn’t speak to her grandma after that, and then her grandma went in for her surgery. Well, her grandma miraculously survived, though she still hasn’t tried to talk to her.
“She knew it could have been our last moment together, and this is how she spent it,” she pointed out. “And whether she is sick or not, it doesn’t erase all the pain she has caused me.”
“I felt so much grief. Because I know nothing will change, and I don’t know if I can look past what such a huge disrespect.”
