Why I hate my grandma.

I'm going to start by saying that she's mentally ill and has bipolar. I understand that she has no control over this, but as a mentally ill person myself it does not make up for shit. I hate this woman with every single molecule of my being.

For starters, during a manic episode she kicked us out of the house and made me, my mom, and my sister go HOMELESS. The reason for this manic episode? I said she was getting old, her ego couldn't handle it and she forgot (or didn't want) to take her meds that day. She had everything, even the car she shared with my mom, in her name so kicking us out was pretty fucking easy. When she called the cops on herself, she threw herself on the dirty ass floor and claimed my mom pushed her. She's manipulative as hell and because of her ability to play the old lady card, the cops took her side. They at least gave us 10 minutes to pack up and leave and stayed to ensure no harm was done. We had to stay in a shitty motel in one of the worst parts of town while trying to find somewhere to stay. Fun fact, most homeless shelters that take in families don't want to deal with a single mom who has 2 teenagers. Me and my sister probably would've been in foster care right now if this homeless shelter in the valley hadn't decided to take our case. I had to go back in the closet for a couple of months because they were religious but most of the people there were literal angels, and the food there was pretty damn good. 

While all that was happening, grandma sold her fucking house and decided that she'd live in a trailer instead when SHE CAN'T EVEN FUCKING WALK! It was a nice house in a gated community too. Anyways when we got an apartment and found out what she did to herself, my mother, despite literally everything this woman has put her through her entire lifespan, DECIDED TO HELP HER FIND A NEW PLACE. I said we should let her rot on the street, but my mom said no one deserves to be homeless because she's a saint with a temper. Now my grandma's living with a roommate - deserved. 

Guess what? WE'RE STILL IN FUCKING CONTACT WITH HER!

She's nice to us now because she's back on her meds, hell, she's even helping us fix our car and bought my sister back to school clothes... BUT SHE'S STILL AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING BITCH ABOUT EVERYTHING! She went to a doctor's appointment and had a stroke recently which means she shouldn't be driving anymore. The doctor obviously knows she had a stroke, but she denies everything and decides to be the worst patient on planet Earth because she doesn't want her car taken away. She should be put in a nursing home but she's not checking herself into one because nursing homes take about 90% of your income and she likes spending money too much. In fact, she made my mom take her to the casino to gamble her money away because she thought it was fun - likely because she stopped taking her meds again. 

I need to stop, for my own sake. I swear to fuck, the moment I move out I'm never EVER talking to that woman again. I hope she ends up in hell. Note, this doesn't even begin to cover everything from over the years, I can't keep track of it all. All this stuff happened as recently as last year.