I have a large family.
My dad has 9 siblings... the average children per family is four...
My grandparents have their favorites... the rest of us can never measure up.
It sounds like a little thing... but years of knowing that my grandmother doesn't love... or even like you can do a number on a person.
Maybe it's because my mother isn't Catholic...
It would be better than thinking something is wrong with me like I did when I was younger.
Even now, my grandparents could not be less interested in my life.
It's an unnatural feeling... this hatred for my grandparents.
I shouldn't go to bed hoping they won't be alive in the morning.