My grandfather. He is and always has been an emotionally abusive bully. Last month, my grandmother died. It wasn’t that unexpected-she had been sick since January with various things, and then she sort of had a mental breakdown-she stopped eating and doing anything to the point that she lost all of her muscle and fat and she couldn’t even walk anymore. She stopped bathing and fixing her hair, and she even stopped going to church (my grandmother was a very devout Catholic).
After some time in physical rehab and then about a week after she entered a nursing home, she started having trouble breathing and was sent to the hospital-she died two days later.
What does this have to do with my grandfather? For years, he was a bully, probably from the day they got married, but in the past couple of years he had gotten worse. His driver’s license was suspended because he has epilepsy and his seizures started getting worse-triggering several small strokes. Well, that did it-everyone was against him. It was Grandma’s fault he couldn’t drive-he was a caged animal, had no independence. He hated having to take his pills-it was the doctor’s fault, he didn’t have epilepsy, he had a brain tumor, no one would listen.
It was Grandma’s fault my Aunt Janet (or Gigi, as we called her) died because Grandma’s sister was an alcoholic-it runs in her family, so it’s all her fault. On and on and on he just bitched and screamed at her-in public too. Even a friend of her’s at church noticed it one night-as they were walking out, he was just screaming at her and she was hurrying to get out, she was too ashamed and embarassed to face anyone.
And he’s always treated my dad like shit. My dad’s a loser, he’s a failure, he doesn’t have what it takes to “be a man”, or whatever. Growing up, my dad and his sisters could never do anything right-they were always failures, no matter what.
My father, for the record, is none of those things-he’s a VERY successful funeral director with an EXCELLENT reputation, a devoted husband and father, very active in the church and his community. My grandmother, at least, showed pride in him and my aunts. For example-a week before my grandmother went into rehab, my dad took them to their doctor. My grandmother was bragging about my dad to the nurses, saying, Oh, this is my son, he’s a funeral director-yes, he runs Such and Such Funeral Home, blah blah-she was always so proud of all of us. And my grandfather walks in and what does he say?
“Oh, yeah, well, his mother’s proud of him, but he ain’t amounted to much.” What the FUCK? And my dad is standing RIGHT THERE. When I heard that, all I could think was, “Yeah, well, he’s sure AS hell a better father than you ever were.” Oh, and did I mention the doctor also told him that he’s no longer allowed to drive-that he’ll never get his license back? Yeah, my dad had to be there for THAT.
It’s just-he has so much. He has a big beautiful family, he’s financially comfortable, he and my grandmother would have celebrated their 59th anniversary, etc. But he’s so bitter about his epilepsy, the fact that he grew up poor during the depression and couldn’t go to college, that he can’t drive, that he can’t do this, can’t do that, etc. And he takes it out on everyone else around him. It pisses me off to see him go to church and pray, and then come home and treat everyone around him like so much dog shit sticking to his shoe.
Recently, he had to see a shrink (he was in the hospital after a bad fall, and not taking his meds, and my dad had him committed on a temporary basis for evaluation-my dad’s got power of attourney). And the stupid asshole psychiatrist refused to see the problem-he just said this was my grandfather’s way of grieving. Even after my father told him, no, he’s always been this way. So my dad has to deal with this shit, and it’s DEFINITELY wearing on him.
And even as I’m typing this, I just want to cry, because my grandmother deserved so much better than she got. No, she was no saint-in fact, she could be rather bitter and sometimes nasty, but that was after my aunt died-and I think that was a symptom of what she was going through.
Sorry this is so long and rambling, but it just makes me so pissed off.