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I don’t like my paternal grandmother. I don’t hate her, she’s not horrible enough for that, but she just… drains me. She gets really f****** guilt-trippy whenever I can’t pretend to be a neurotypical extrovert who loves talking. I don’t even know if she realizes how much it hurts to have to constantly preform in front of her to keep her satisfied.

I try talking about this with my parents, but they also guilt me for my feelings because “she’s 91, she’s not going to change.”

I… part of me hopes she dies soon so I don’t have to continue to spend half of my holidays completely run down and at the brink of a mental breakdown.

Sometimes I feel like the only reason I don’t want her to die is because I’d have to attend her funeral, and my dad would notice that I don’t seem to miss her as much as he wants me to. He’s already insecure that I like my mom’s mom more, and mom wants me to reassure him that it’s not true, but it literally is.

I literally do like mom’s mom more, because I can actually be myself around her.

I know it’s not her fault. It’s my fault for being broken and defective. If I wasn’t defective, I wouldn’t have to work so hard around her to pretend I’m not.

Sometimes, I feel like I want to kill myself after interacting with her for a long time, because I just feel so tired and so guilty for being tired.

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