kherrmann3
Well-Known Member
This is going to turn into a rant, because as much as I know I shouldn't, I hate my family. I am under a lot of stress, throw in a bit of depression, and yeah, my family just ticks me off. I will bold the main point of this... Once I find it, that is...
Ugh. I really am starting to dislike the holidays with my family. I'll set the scene, my mom's family normally gets together for Thanksgiving. My aunt Mary and her three kids (and their spouses/children) are ditching my poor Grandma this Thanksgiving. I am only one of Five grandkids. They are the only grandkids who have their own kids. Long story short, Thanksgiving was only going to be with my Grandma, Grandpa, my mum, my aunt Debbie/Uncle Joe, and possibly their son Aaron and his new wife, Angela. Will and I are going to be there, too. So, the family get-together went from nineteen to nine.
Now, for the kicker. My Grandpa's knee went out this past weekend. He is going in for surgery today. I am going to be leaving in a few hours to go to the hospital with my mum to keep my Grandma company. My Grandma is 79, and her health hasn't been going well this year. She had a pulmonary embolsm this summer (blood clot in lung) and has had pretty much every joint in her legs replaced over the last ten years... My grandpa is in his upper-70's as well, but overall has been rather healthy. He had skin cancer over a decade ago, had his first knee replaced after much delay, survived a heart attack last year and was fitted with a pacemaker, and now this. My Grandpa is a tough man (he was a Marine in the Korean War - Chosin Reservoir), and I hate to see him in pain and miserable. After his first knee surgery, he stopped smiling. It's very rare to see him laugh or smile. He only pulls his cheeks back enough so his lips smile. No big-toothed grin or anything. It's been about ten years since his last knee surgery. I would love to see him smile again.
My other cousins all think he is too harsh (ex. My oldest cousin, Josh, wore a baseball hat to Thanksgiving dinner last year, and my Grandpa snatched it off of his head after asking him to remove it twice). My Grandpa is from a very formal family. He still wears suit-jackets and fancy hats to most events that we "dress up" and wear khaki pants to. I love my Grandpa so much, and I am just getting sick of the rest of my family not caring. My half-sisters don't even talk to them anymore, after they took them in as their own grandkids for over fifteen years (we share our dad, the Grandpa I am talking about is on my mom's side).
Anyways, long story (too late!) short, I am going to the hospital today to visit with my mom and Grandma while my Grandpa is in surgery. I am wishing him a speedy recovery and hope some healing vibes will be sent his way.
Thank you.
Ugh. I really am starting to dislike the holidays with my family. I'll set the scene, my mom's family normally gets together for Thanksgiving. My aunt Mary and her three kids (and their spouses/children) are ditching my poor Grandma this Thanksgiving. I am only one of Five grandkids. They are the only grandkids who have their own kids. Long story short, Thanksgiving was only going to be with my Grandma, Grandpa, my mum, my aunt Debbie/Uncle Joe, and possibly their son Aaron and his new wife, Angela. Will and I are going to be there, too. So, the family get-together went from nineteen to nine.
Now, for the kicker. My Grandpa's knee went out this past weekend. He is going in for surgery today. I am going to be leaving in a few hours to go to the hospital with my mum to keep my Grandma company. My Grandma is 79, and her health hasn't been going well this year. She had a pulmonary embolsm this summer (blood clot in lung) and has had pretty much every joint in her legs replaced over the last ten years... My grandpa is in his upper-70's as well, but overall has been rather healthy. He had skin cancer over a decade ago, had his first knee replaced after much delay, survived a heart attack last year and was fitted with a pacemaker, and now this. My Grandpa is a tough man (he was a Marine in the Korean War - Chosin Reservoir), and I hate to see him in pain and miserable. After his first knee surgery, he stopped smiling. It's very rare to see him laugh or smile. He only pulls his cheeks back enough so his lips smile. No big-toothed grin or anything. It's been about ten years since his last knee surgery. I would love to see him smile again.
My other cousins all think he is too harsh (ex. My oldest cousin, Josh, wore a baseball hat to Thanksgiving dinner last year, and my Grandpa snatched it off of his head after asking him to remove it twice). My Grandpa is from a very formal family. He still wears suit-jackets and fancy hats to most events that we "dress up" and wear khaki pants to. I love my Grandpa so much, and I am just getting sick of the rest of my family not caring. My half-sisters don't even talk to them anymore, after they took them in as their own grandkids for over fifteen years (we share our dad, the Grandpa I am talking about is on my mom's side).
Anyways, long story (too late!) short, I am going to the hospital today to visit with my mom and Grandma while my Grandpa is in surgery. I am wishing him a speedy recovery and hope some healing vibes will be sent his way.
Thank you.
