My paternal grandparents are horrible people
I've always greatly disliked my paternal grandparents, the reasons being varied.
For one, they're absolutely strange and mean in so many ways. Although, in contrast with many other stories of odd couples I've heard, you'll actually come to believe they're fairly nice people when you first meet them. Both their families are rich in history (I know through my grandmother I'm related to such historical figures as Abagail Adams and Hetty Greene). And they're interesting to talk to for a while.
But the way they raised their children (including my father) was literally an abusive situation. They were horribly cold and uncaring parents. For instance, as my father recollected to me before, he once fell on a sidewalk and cut an enormous wound in his arm. He was unable to drive at the time. When he presented the wound to my grandparents, they refused to drive him to the hospital to receive proper care, nor even pay attention to the wound themselves. Therefore, my uncle was forced to drive my father.
They are also chronically and obsessively food obsessed. Once as I recall from another story of my father's, they would frequently send him to bed without supper and/or whip him with a belt if he refused to eat a meal for dinner, regardless of how disgusting the food was (they always cook disgusting stuff and force me and my brothers to eat it when we are with them).
I could go on and on with horrible stories, but I'll just cease here. There's too much to share, yet I should keep the majority of it private.
Well what do you make of this?