My vent book 🥀 TW!

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So I made a post the other day saying that my bones ached and that I really hoped I wasn't sick

News flash! I was.

I had a fever and normally my grandma is usually respectful to me whenever I'm sick.

Not this time.

In case you ignore the warning before this is one last warning if you're sensitive to topics that I mentioned before,

please.

leave.

now.

To those of you who are still here here's what happened:

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A little bit of background

We have two houses.

When we sleep at and the other we spend the rest of the day at don't ask me why I'm being forced to go the other one even though I prefer the first one

It's got Wi-Fi

My grandpa who I referred to as Papa sleeps at the second house because my grandma is very paranoid about that house and make some sleep there.

Honestly I'd feel very uncomfortable sleeping next to her  plus she snores very loudly even though she claims that she doesn't. 

Also my grandma is a heavy Christian

As I started getting older she's really started pushing it on me

Especially after I started to become my own person.

I used to be exactly what she wanted but then I became my own person and everything changed.

I have a lot of trauma with this woman but let's start with the most recent.

Yesterday I told Grandma what was going on and she was saying it was an attack from the devil and that I needed to read Psalm 91 which is something she's always making me read every day.

 So I sigh because I don't like reading something when I'm sick it makes me woozy plus I was tired so I just wanted to sleep and then she says "you always go *mimics a bratty scoff* whenever I mention something like that" 

Then she's just yelling at me and then eventually I say "you're forcing it on me" which took a lot of guts because I am terrified to stand up to her and she yells as loud as she fucking can in my face that she doesn't. 

That's exactly why I'm terrified of her because she yells all the time and I'm never sure what she's going to yell at and what not she's going to yell at.

and honestly I wish I had coughed on her when she was that close to me.

Fortunately when we got down to the other house she didn't make me read the thing instead she just told me that I can just go to sleep on Papa's bed so I did that 

And I thought she might finally be nice to me for one day and I slept pretty much all day except for in the afternoon when I kept having to wake up because of how loudly she was playing her show.

Later that night after we ate dinner for some reason I was allowed to have chocolate ice cream. 

So I had some and obviously when you're eating something Frozen it's bound to melt and I didn't feel like eating warm soupy ice cream when I had a fever so I left it in the bowl which it was literally just like a centimeter of that in the bowl left I ate the rest of the ice cream.

So Grandma's playing ball with the dogs and she aims too low and hits the bowl with the ball and it got on the floor and she's screaming at me asking me why I didn't eat my ice cream and I keep telling her that I did and she keeps on saying "BULL FUCKING SHIT"

and so she was blaming me for getting the melted ice cream all over the floor when she was the one who hit the ball so I'm crying and trying to keep the dogs from licking it up because dogs can't have chocolate

and then papa gets back from the bathroom and asks what happened and she's blaming it all on me

And then Papa asks "well how did the ice cream bowl get on the floor?" She didn't say anything and I told him what happened and so she's screaming that it's still my fault

 and so it's silent for a  while the only thing that can be heard is my crying and she tells me to knock it off and mimics me every time I try to talk so eventually I just run out of the room and into another room and just walk myself in there for half an hour crying my eyes out wanting to FUCKING D!E

Then today after dinner it wasn't an ice cream bowl but she's still hit it with the ball again and this time Papa was there and he asks "okay now who is falt was it this time??" And all she responds with is "let's just move the bowls into the kitchen"

SHE IS THE BIGGEST FATTEST HYPOCRITE I HAVE EVER SEEN

SHE SAYS THAT WE CAN OWN UP TO STUFF WHEN SHE DOES THE EXACT FUCKING THING

I'm going to try and end all of these with a funny picture to bring the mood up of it so here's the most recent one I have.

He's aggressively playing the violin 😅💅

Anyways for those who made it this far thank you for listening to my vent and I'll see you guys very soon unfortunately.