#7: My grandmother
My grandmother was accused of being psychotic by her own doctor. Therefor she fit in well with my family.
Naw…don’t worry, I’m not going over every single member of my family. But I have to cover one more individual as she plays a big role in my childhood story. That would be my grandmother, Old Man’s mother.
Even today, I cannot find a word to describe her…she was simply “out there.” My mom told me once that her doctor spoke to her in private and admitted that he thought she was literally “psychotic.” She was one of those types that meddled and pampered too much in her child’s life, making him her personal doll and not allowing a kid to be a kid. I really can’t describe it any better than that.
As such, Old Man grew up really badly. When he was in his twenties, he spent some time in prison for exposing himself to an under aged girl. Wonderful role model, huh?
My grandmother also didn’t care for my mother very much, either. They constantly got into arguments and it only worsened when my mom, Old Man and I moved into her trailer after the flood of 1983.
She also meddled greatly in my life as well when she got custody of me. One memory I have was when I was eight years old and getting ready to run off to the swimming pool with friends, and she refused to let me leave until I combed my hair nice and neat. You heard me correctly. I countered that it was useless as I would be jumping into the water, but she insisted on appearances.
She also had a weird fascination with my private life and details. You better believe she meddled with my “alone time,” which I’ll cover in a future entry. Mom told me once that she had the gall to ask her how “big” she thought I was as I was entering puberty.
“How the FUCK would I know that about my son, and why the hell would you even want to know?” she replied disgustedly. Indeed.
The Beautiful Kind Says:
April 4th, 2008 at 8:59 am
omg your dad flashed an underage girl and you grandma wanted to know how big your dick was?!?