Actually, she hasn’t changed. There’s so much more, but I’ve worked through most of it.
I chose to go no contact with her 14 years ago. It’s not something I generally share because so much judgement comes with it.
I had wonderful grandparents - that’s more than many children have. I loved them dearly. When I met my husband (I was 17) he was so much like my adored granddaddy that I knew he was the one! He and my grandparents hit it off immediately. Life is good except for a couple of blips here and there. Namely my mom and my aches and pains!
I couldn’t tell them what was happening under her threat of being moved 1,000 miles away from them. She told me to keep my mouth shut and I did. They were my safe haven many, many times and had no idea.
It’s all really crazy looking back, but a terrified child has no idea that their life isn’t normal when they’re living it.
I’m certain your grandchildren are very blessed having you for a grandmother. ️Your care and empathy for others shines brightly through on every post you write. I can imagine your grandchildren have an abundance of love, as I’m sure your own children did/do, too. We all must correct our children in order to raise them to be productive members of society, plus give them a pattern to healthy-parent their own children. That’s normal and not abusive at all.
I never dreamed I’d get to this topic here… it is just a part of who I am and helps explanation why I didn’t take this more serious until I had so much joint involvement that I was forced to sit up and take notice. There’s no pride in any of it. It just is what it is.
So we go forward from here. I’ll take my 2nd methotrexate injection tomorrow and look forward to better days!