I remember once, when I was very little, I injured myself by stepping on some broken glass, and while I was sitting on the floor, whimpering and rocking back and forth with the shard embedded in my foot, my grandfather was busy yelling at me for getting blood on his carpet.
If that isn’t a good metaphor for my life, I don’t know what is.
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It was even better with me. Whenever I used to injure myself accidentally, the first reaction of my parents used to be slapping me on the face and yelling at me for injuring myself. Could never make sense of it.
Oh wow. Well, I don’t blame you for not being able to make sense of it. I don’t think anyone could.
Lol bad parents seem to be common among users here
Yeah, funny how that works.
My grandparents weren’t terrible. I feel guilty when I complain about them, because it feels like biting the hand that feeds. But they certainly had their faults. And I’d be lying if I said that there wasn’t any abuse.
That kind of reaction from your grandfather could do a lot of damage to you. I hope your parents showed you better care than this.
I was raised by my grandparents. My parents couldn’t take care of me.
maybe your grandpa was stuck in a metaphor too and the two metaphors collided at the wrong point