Long story short. Today was Family X-mas day. The big one. On my late Mom’s side. Big family, of which I have been pretty much a black sheep. I haven’t been to a family reunion since my Mom’s death, before that it was like 10 yrs.
My grandfather is very judgemental and tyrannical (grandma sends cards and letters in secret) and has had a serious disapproval of me since my early teens. This was the first x-mas I’d been invited to since my youth, and I suspect grandma (sweetest woman alive) invited us then informed grandpa that we were coming. I also suspect he was very angry at this.
We got there late… just as things were starting to wrap up, as a matter of fact. I had to work this morning, and we did call, but nonetheless, when we got there it was pretty cold. And I’m not talking Celcius.
Grandpa got up and left the room and withing 15 minutes we were ushered out by my aunts. One of which brought us to her house where we spent a wonderful evening chatting.
Pretty freakin awkward.
Good thing thing I’m used to being ostracized. <- sarcastic
Good thing I got another family on my dad’s side. <- real
I’m pretty sad that my grandpa would snub his 4yr old great-grandson. ('cause he’s pretty great)
I’m pretty sad that my grandma was probably devastated by this. I think my dear mom was her favorite, and I’m her son.
Wow. That’s awful. But it was considerate of you to attend, and to leave without a fuss. Poor grandma.
But there’s hope. If statistics are accurate, Grandpa Dickwad will die first, and Grandma (after a suitably short period of mourning) will make up for lost time and have some great family doings.
That’s what’s happening this year in a friend’s family. Too bad grandpa never knew what he was missing.
I’m not rightly sure that he will die first. This is a man who worked in the bush (lumberjacking) until his mid seventies. The man is way to cantankerous to die. God doesn’t want him yelling at everyone in heaven, the Devil is just plain scared.
Grandma’s been the quite, sweet mouse forever, balancing his bitchiness - I hope you are right. (mind you not for a long time. I still love the old fuck - he was more of a father to me than my own dad)
Well, if you still love him, I’m sorry I called him Grandpa Dickwad.
I was going to write a bunch of Dear Abby baloney about trying to make up to him before it’s too late, or sending him for a checkup to rule out a medical problem affecting his personality, but if he’s been a tyrant all his life, then that’s it.
It was nice you could be there for your grandma. I’ll bet she was glad to see you.
Well, he is a dickwad. Although, sanctimonius dickwad would probably be more accurate.
Ya, Grandma was pretty happy to see us, particularily my 4yr old. She likes that kind of stuff. I’m going to try to sneak back into town and meet her on the sly, I think. She’s the greatest and I want my son to know my Mother’s Mother.
As for making it up to th’ol dickwad, I dunno. For sure I’d like to have things smooth between us. I acually do respect the old fart on a lot of levels, but I’m not sure I have the time or energy to chase after unreasonable people. (I got enough of those already)
Heaven help anyone who messes with her family. We need a smilie or a .gif thing to represent toughness. A raised first, or a pit bull. We could call it a dylan.
but now that I read the rant by cervaise, mine is only a poor, angry, pms-ed, hurt-mother’s sad imitation…
I could get a good rant going…but why waste breath on an opinionated, bigoted, judgmental, blind old fool tht sees only the boy and not the man the boy has become…
and someone that can do that to my child is not worth the wasted thought…
<- sarcastic
I’m going to try to sneak back into town and meet her on the sly, I think. She’s the greatest and I want my son to know my Mother’s Mother.