My grandmother was that kind of person who spread stories about everybody. On my way home from another country where I was studying I stopped for a visit to see her. She told me how my mother, her daughter, had tried to choke me with orange juice when I was baby and that later she was angry that one of her cousins died of cancer and I was healthy and alive. Then she told me stories about my father... stories that I can't stand remembering otherwise I'll become insane.
But right after leaving her, before I reached home she called my mother talking bad about me and telling her to be patient and tolerate my presence because it would be only a few days of torture for her and I would soon go away.
Yes it's a very ugly game. You would rather expect from outside the family and from enemies. And then you find out it's the people you usually tend to trust most...
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My grandmother was that kind of person who spread stories about everybody. On my way home from another country where I was studying I stopped for a visit to see her. She told me how my mother, her daughter, had tried to choke me with orange juice when I was baby and that later she was angry that one of her cousins died of cancer and I was healthy and alive. Then she told me stories about my father... stories that I can't stand remembering otherwise I'll become insane.
But right after leaving her, before I reached home she called my mother talking bad about me and telling her to be patient and tolerate my presence because it would be only a few days of torture for her and I would soon go away.
Yes it's a very ugly game. You would rather expect from outside the family and from enemies. And then you find out it's the people you usually tend to trust most...
Thank you.✨ The important thing is that one day, someone decides to break the chain 🙂