Hi nice of you to drop by..
I am writing this out of sheer desperation. I recently graduated and due to long standing family disputes, I have had to move in with my grandma until I find a job and can afford to move out.
I love my gran. Let me just reiterate that. I love my gran. She has always been there in times of need and I regard her as a better parent than my mother. However living with her is starting to drive me insane. It seems the living is diminishing the loving. Maybe that is a little harsh but there's love then there's tough love then there's this. Maybe living with her isn't the right way of putting it. Staying with her seems more fitting because this certainly ain't living.
The signs were there around christmas time when I stayed with her for a brief period.. One particular incident springs to mind. I was in my bedroom getting into bed and I was called into her room by a desperate shriek. It went right through me and I briefly worried she might be dying so I fled into her room only to be asked if I could pass her the handbag that was on the floor by her feet. Unable to comprehend the situation, (or lack of one), I stood in silence for a while, my eyes kept flitting between the bag and her. I turned on my heels and walked out of the room only to be followed by a feeble, child-like voice begging me to pick it up for my 'dear old gran'. Guilty, I went back and pointed out that she might possibly be taking the piss, (I can be quite blunt at times and sometimes this is good and sometimes this is not so good). After a bit more begging from her and extreme annoyance from me, I picked up the bag and gave it to her whilst saying goodnight and quickly going to my room and closing the door before being asked to do anything else.
I worried about this and other minor things that occurred between us during my christmas stay, and hoped that perhaps these things were down to the stress of christmas. To try and help things along and as my course was quickly drawing to a close, I sent her a couple of minor presents through the post in the hopes that she could see I was making an effort. She did and assured me that everything was going to be fine as long as we both made an effort.
Now I am here, I have graduated and I am slowly going insane.
Welcome to the bloglife of a modern day Cinderella. x
