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Originally Posted by freebeard
I'm still trying to please my parents and they passed decades ago.
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That's a good thing, assuming your parents want good things. Most do.
My grandmother hates change; all change. My grandfather and I have been 10 minutes later than anticipated because we stopped to get gas, and my grandmother threw away her breakfast to spite us. She puts all hope into whatever conception of reality she has, and any diversion of that conception becomes an irreconcilable disappointment. WWIII could be occurring outside, and even delaying the Tuesday trip to Fred Meyer by 5 minutes would be unforgivable.
That's an extreme example of inflexibility, but I'm getting a sense of someone who both makes poor decisions and is inflexible. That's about as disfunctional is it gets.
My (last remaining) grandmother has no children, so her ability to make people feel bad is very constrained.
As an aside, I do feel deprived of the normal experience most people have of there being at least 1 loving grandmother. Mom was adopted by a Japanese woman who I remember yelled constantly, could only be dissatisfied or angry, and made excellent food. Dad had a mom who showed no affection, chain smoked, and I don't know what else. My remaining grandmother married my grandfather before I was born and lived 400ft from me my whole life. She has no discernable personality, would probably have killed me and my grandfather on multiple occasions if she knew how to operate a firearm, and was always extremely thoughtful with gifts and recognizing birthdays.