So everyone thinks Grandma as the cookie maker, baker, decorative, crochet type. This Grandma was just that. When my dad and s-mom got married, her parents were so happy to finally had 3 granddaughters. They were kind of sad that my s-mom had a boy, but of course happy. Well let me tell you about the sets of grandparents I had ....My Stepmom has 2 sisters. Sister B, we'll call ..."ManPants" married, has 2 boysSister C, We'll call...."the cool one" married and had, 2 boys and then divorced, and re-married. New hubby has a few daughters. We did not meet these new stepdaughters of The cool ones. Christmas was as follows, our family would drive west for holiday, and spend at least a week and a half there. We'd have dinner and then we'd open gifts from our stockings attached to the banister. Filled with army toys, gi joes, matchbox cars, us girls, usually jewelry. Which I loooooved! And then went downstairs to open up our gifts from our "secret Santa" (could be from one of our 4 boy cousins) and a gift from another family member. Of course those boys tore into theirs, and got to take out whatever they got. Us girls, nope. What we got we had to wait till we got home, bc as our s-mom would say, she didn't want us to loose parts to whatever we got. S-moms mom, we'll call her, "D" made some awesome cookies, desserts. Those boys could eat them all day, but us girls ...nope. We couldn't even have but one treat D made. One time we were up at the "grandparents" house while my dad and stepmom were at Army. (For some reason it always fell on the weekends that was our mom's.) And we were staying up with the, "GParents" I got up, it was about 8am, I got into my clothes, and went and sat in the living room. I heard D come in and start bitching about her morning. I didn't think grandmas swore, (bc my other grandma was Amish so swearing didn't happen) but hoolllllyyy FUUCK!! She swore like no other. She bitched about the line she was in at the grocery store. She bitched about this other person at the store. Id seriously never heard a grandma swore like D did. I quietly went back to the room my sister and I shared, (more on that another time) put my PJs back on and went back to sleep.After we went to go live with our mom, we didn't see them again. My dad and s-mom begged my older sister to come back home. Told her she was everyone's favorite. So she did. She said one Christmas, ManPants dressed up as Santa. When it was my Sisters turn to see Santa, ManPants told her she didn't have to sit on her lap. By this time, The cool one had already divorced her husband. When my sister moved out, and back in with Mom and us, our s-moms family had already washed their hands of us girls. Probably didn't help that my dad and her were trashing us to them. How fucked up is that?The cool one had already remarried and now they had 3 more girls. And the grandparents were happy about that.They basically replaced us 3 girls. So, what I don't get is this How can you just ignore family?How can you just write people off?It hurts that we were never mentioned again unless we were being trashed. Those girls were mentioned in the grandparents obits, and probably got a little something from them as well. 2nd set of step-grandchildren, did you race there at Holiday season with your parents, anxious to see your cousins, and spend a week at, "grandma and grandpas" for Christmas break? Excited to open gifts? Excited to see the "cousins" and, "aunts and uncles" Probably not. We're NOT bad girls. If you knew, how things were growing up for us, you would have done the same as us girls. Dad and s-mom would tell us girls that, my s-dads family wasn't our real family. Her sisters, (ManPants and CoolOne) were our family, bc they "cared" about us. When our s-dads brother was killed, they told us he was NOT our uncle. That family wasn't our family. That they didn't care for us. They didn't love us. Wow. What a shitty thing to say."That" family acknowledged us girls in obits, and reunions. They kept us informed about the family. Our mom, was very good friends with her ex-hubby and his wife, we all were)At what point in life do you talk trash about your kids? Even if they end up doing well. My dad's mom once asked for my address to send a Christmas card and gift. My dad flat out told her that I didn't deserve anything. At that time I was separated from my husband and my dad was mad at me. So, how the hell can you take something away from 2 of 4 of your husbands children?I'm not greedy. I'm very thankful for what I have. Because I worked for it. I didn't have my mommy to bail me out of jail, my mom didn't buy me a 550k house, or buy me cars, animals, livestock, and If I was at a custody battle with my ex, and I had a drinking problem, my mom would NOT back me. She'd say nope. Not because she didn't love me, but bc she loved me. Tough love.I guess a bully loves to be bullied.
Babysitters.Ever had a babysitter?We had the worst babysitter as a kid. She had 4 kids. 3 boys and a girl. They were all very mean, snotty, and did what they wanted during the day. My baby brother, had the best babysitter though. You know, because he was fed golden shit on a golden platter. My sister and I went to a babysitter that had about 12 kids. We ate on a plastic kitchen play set, next to the trash can. When we'd arrive at like, 5:30am, we weren't allowed to sit on the couch at all. It was "broke." She and her kids were the only ones who could sit on it. We got sent downstairs, on a concrete floor, with a round woven rug. An hour later her youngest son would come downstairs, with a butcher knife, usually. He would hold it up to our necks. Told us not to move. He'd try to have sex with us. We'd refuse him, and he'd go upstairs. We weren't allowed to come upstairs till 7:30am, when the babysitter would be awake. She basically sat on the, "broken" couch, watch soap-operas, and order us older kids around. She and her husband were going through a divorce at this time. And the bathroom was always messy. Like after her husband would use it, he'd leave it a mess. Like in the toilet too. She wouldn't let us use the toilet upstairs for a while after he'd leave. She would start the littles lunch, then sit down. Then we were incharge, we'd finish the lunch, and put the littles down for a nap. Then us older kids would have to leave. Either go to ht e elementary school and play, or not be seen or heard. My sister and I were the only oldest two there.During this "nap time" when it was summer, shed lay outside and work on her tan, or sit in garage and smoke. We weren't allowed back there till nap time, or her tan time was over. She lived right in front of a grade school, One time I came back to the house early, the daughter of our sitter saw me, ran outside, stopped me and said, "get your ass back to the school" I went back, and found a playground equipment and fell asleep. We did her daughter's paper route. She would pay us for that. There was a really neat mall down the road, and she would send one of us to go and get her cookies. She'd pay for me to get one cookie as well. She really wasn't a good babysitter.
