cruel and kind grandmother
No matter what, it's getting painful.
Actually, I haven't written a thank you to the monk who answered my previous question yet. Before I wrote my best thank you, I experienced unbearable suffering. Thanks for the previous question, please wait. I'm also prepared to scold him.
As I've written many times, I grew up with a father who took abuse as a joy in history, and a mother who watched on the sidelines, didn't help at all, and fortunately abused myself. Which should be blamed originally, abusive parents or abused children? Isn't it an abusive parent who should be scolded out loud? But I was forever criticized by my relatives.
This time it's about my mother's grandmother. My grandmother knew it was happening at home. From the time I was born, I knew in detail that my grandson rants violently and lives on the battlefield. My father locked me in the bath at my grandmother's house when I was one year old.
But my grandmother never helped. In short, just like my mother. All my relatives are pretending not to see it. When I was brought to Kagoshima, I desperately complained. That they are being abused by both their father and mother. My grandmother repeated. “It can't be helped,” “it can't be helped,” “there's nothing I can do about it,” “because I'm eating it.”
Then, I'm going to visit my grandson calmly to Kanto.
I didn't have any questions about what my grandmother had done for a while. But one day, anger suddenly started to creep in.
When parents use violence against their children, or when children are simply abused, what is “unavoidable”, “irresistible” and “nothing can be done”?!
My grandmother was in a position to save. He was very wealthy. Is there a law where parents can do anything to their children if they are fed them? If you're doing food, you're better off being violent, and kids should be thankful for that? I'm not kidding! My grandmother and relatives, blame me, blame me, they are my father's accomplices; they are criminals! I was furious.
My grandmother didn't help me at all, and she still doesn't look at me.
However, my grandmother always sends me letters, birthday cards, and money on my birthday. With beautiful letters, with cute letters. All envelopes to hold congratulatory money are handmade, and are always beautifully bound. I haven't been in touch in years. However, when I think about my grandmother's feelings of celebrating every year to her grandson, who doesn't get in touch with her at all, my heart seems to break down. Should I forgive my grandmother? Should we meet or talk?