Issues, we all have them....

When I was little, before 10, I still had my witch of a great-grandmother, on my mother's side. She was mean, rude, nasty and she had a moustache. Bitter, yes. I don't recall any other defining moment when I felt I may be a little thick, then when this blind witch, asked me to come near her and give her my hands. From my hands this hag had the gall to call me fat. I of course, went running to MY beloved grandmother, her daughter, and cried. My loving grandmother told me 'ignore her, she's an old woman' or something to that effect. However, I now knew that I was not skinny. Too young for someone to develop insecurity issues if you ask me. So this hag not only started my path of self doubt she also had the nerve to die in my bed. She came for a visit when my sister was born. All she wanted to do was hold her great-grandaughter, she probably thought Deb was thin coming in at 7 pounds 11 ounces, but I digress. She comes for a visit, lucky me got to give up my bed for Cript Teller, and she promptly dies. My fantastically amusing parents kept telling me she wasn't dead, she was unconscious. Guess what? I'm not an idiot. That furry hag was DEAD. And you know what? Pssh, I did not feel bad about it, at all, and I still don't. You might think I hold grudges or animosity towards her, if you knew me you'd know I do hold grudges, so beware, but I really don't think much about it. She was an evil, diabetic, troll who felt the need to abuse me. She wasn't so kind to my mother, her granddaughter either. I could talk about mum's issues, but hey, let bygones be bygones, right? I tell my kids, if anyone ever tells you such a nasty thing, they have my permission to tell her to go shave. Or whatever applies to their situation. She was lucky that I never tampered with her diabetic medicine they left out on the dresser, or did I???? just kidding, I'm not a murder...It's not a very Princessy thing to do. Plus, who wants to go to jail and be some butch lesbian's bitch? um, no thank you. So if any of you have a sweet, tender story like mine, let's all let it go together. However, I do enjoy bringing her up at the dinner table and laughing like a hyena about it.