So, my grandmother lives in Texas and you know what? I’ve decided that the next time I visit Texas will be for a funeral.

Yeah, I know I’m harsh. But really. What do you expect if you’re an old, bitter woman who chooses her asinine son over his children? She is (mostly) dead to me. I’ll send cards and whatever, but I don’t want to talk to her or see her. She’s made her bed; She can lie in it.

Do you know that the main reason she was mad at my father and refused to hold his bastard child is because his mistress isn’t pretty or rich enough? That she’s too low class? And that my grandmother said she would prefer not to hear my mother’s voice anymore? My MOTHER? Who has been so fucking good to her horribleness?

You know what? FUCK YOU, you old bag.