This was not me but happened to my mom.

Now b4 going to the story I need to explain certain things, hence the long answer.

We are Indian(South), We were living with my father’s parents, viz my mom’s in-laws and my grandparents were the worst people on earth. I am sorry I don’t mean to be rude, its just that my grandparents were really really horrible people.

My mom was working full-time in a Govt. job and dad too was working and I am the only child. Despite all these we still don’t own a car or a house. Credits to grandparents, they were bloody gold-diggers who lived-off my parents’ money.

As if this weren’t enough, all her daughters(my aunts and their spouses and off-springs) would visit us almost every single day and would invariably stay from evening tea to dinner. My poor mom should cook and clean after a hectic day at office. I was about 6 or 7 at that time, so I wasn’t of any help either.

The worst part is mom used to walk on egg-shells around these cruel witches(my g.mom n aunts), at the drop of a hat they would start a huge fight. They fought over everything, My grandmom once accused my mother of selling a Silver plate(she found it later and din’t even apologise for the unfounded accusation,ggggrrrrrhhh). My dad although supportive, wasn’t willing to move out as he thought being the last child(&SON), he had the moral responsibility to take care of his parents in their old age.

So it was always Mahabarath war (a disastrous war that took place for 18 days in the epic mahabarath) in our house like 24/7. My mom was about 28–29 at that time and she has never enjoyed life. We have never gone out on vacations, not even to movies. We apparently had to take”PERMISSION” to go out. That said my mom had to wait till everyone else finished their ducking-dinner to eat her own dinner, freaking earned from her own freaking money. That included

1. grand-dad
2. grand-mom
3. aunt-1
4. her spouse
5. her sons
6. aunt-2
7. her spuse
8. her son
9. me
10. dad,exactly in the same order. was also last in the rung.Freaking witch my grandmom was.
11. and if any freaking thing at all left my mom, she was never allowed to prepare anything for herself, once mom made extra rice and there began world war 3. Grandmom was like “you should ask me, the elder before preparing rice, how can you prepare without my permission/knowledge or consent” .This extended to me too. Mom cannot prepare anything for me, as well. I am supposed to eat the same spicy,tasteless food grandmom prefers/prepares.

A few days after the WW3 happened for making rice, one aunt(I had f.4 of them) came over with her spouse and children, hearing this another one joined with her family(they lived in the next compound). So there were again 10 of us and mom. Mom was past her hunger when these people decided to eat, she was fed-up already.

These people sat and ate……ate and ate,….I mean they were eating like crazy.That day my grandmother was serving too. When the last one was done there was only my mom and grandmother to eat. There was no rice,

G.M: why din’t you make rice? you know I haven’t eaten?

Mom(wicked smile): I could have, but would I risk having another war over it?

G.M: Well you should have asked me

Mom : When? you were busy serving them and Should I dare ask you in front of guests? and risk another of your episodes?

G.M:Freaking shit(Billion dollar ducked-up expression)

Mom: okay its anyway 11 Pm and I am not hungry anymore. G.n

G.M: f*****

Me &Mom: even now if she narrates this story we have a hearty laugh.

P.S: My grandmom passed away in 2014 and and stayed the last year, till her death with my parents, my mom forgave that old hag owing to her old age but never socialised with her a lot. She used to cook and feed her whatever she wanted, and that’s pretty much the relation she had with my G.M. Hag died in our place in her sleep, very lucky considering how much of a wicked witch she was in her prime.

ME: I hate my Father’s side of the family.I Loathe them. They are obnoxious weeds.

Since I was married and living in a different country couldn’t attend her funeral. In all honesty I don’t regret that, I never liked her or my granddad.

Sorry for the long answer and I know I will be judged by many for being so open about the Hate I have for my paternal relatives, yet that’s how life is. I hate them. This is just the tip of an ice-berg to the atrocities they did to my mom & dad.I never had a peaceful brought up, thanks to these dick-heads.