Today was quite a day.
I woke up to find that my grandma had accused my dad of trying to break into her room to steal something. Her evidence was only some (possibly non-existent) scratch marks she found on her door. I have no idea if there are marks there currently or ever at all. I also don't know if she claimed anything to be stolen or missing.
This woman even went so far as to claim that I was the lookout for my dad while he snuck into her room.
The oddest part of the whole thing is that she claims my dad attempted to break into her room yesterday while he was outside with her and my mother. They were literally all sitting together.
She claimed I was the lookout because I had the curtain and blinds open in my room, which I never usually do. I was indeed in my room with the curtain and blinds open, but I was also with Da the whole time and part of the time with J!
I'm entirely confused as to why she accused my dad when myself, Da, or both of us would be more likely culprits. But even then Da and I literally do not give a single flying fucking shit about what is in her room. There's absolutely nothing in there worth stealing.
The only logical explanation is that she's old and she's fucking losing it.
If there are/were marks near/on her door, I would put the blame on J. He's an autistic 6 year old who doesn't understand the consequences of trying to open a locked door. It's very likely he'd take some sort of object (whether it be scissors*, a screwdriver*, or some toy) and try to pry it open. He knows that's where his granny keeps her Dr. Peppers and Reese's Pieces and surprises for him.
*He knows that he isn't supposed to mess with scissors or real screwdrivers without an adults permission but he is still a child.
Eventually my grandma told my dad that we should all just forget about it and never talk about it again.
Yeah.
Right.
It's super insulting to be accused of such a thing. How could she expect us to just forget about it?
My dad told me, through gestures since I was present, that my mom is "so upset she's thinking about" (makes a gesture like a noose) "herself."
I told him I'm actually not surprised by that. You can't helpt but have some amount of depression living in this household lol.
But seriously, your own mother accusing your own husband of trying to break and enter your mother's room to commit theft? Ouch.
The air was very thick in the house today. I tried my best to keep J distracted from the whole thing. That's usually my job in high stress situations where yelling is involved.
I don't know what's going to happen next, but something's gotta change. My dad did mention something to my grandma about telling the doctor that maybe some medicine she's on has got her messed up.
My parents have lived with her for 6 years this upcoming October. There's no reason not to trust them. I mean, hell, my grandma was lying on her bed, dying from an infection that started in her toe and got in her blood, and the only reason it got treated is because my parents absolutely demanded that she go to the hospital.
My dad is a lot of things, but a thief he is not.
In other news, the exact same day as my previous post, just a couple hours after posting it, my ex-best friend decided to message me.
"I've been thinking about you. I hope you're well. ❤️"
Literally eat a dick.
I saw her at the store a few months ago and I avoided her like the plague. Why does she think I would want to talk to her?
She also commented on a picture of Da and I.
"You two are so cute. 🙂"
She hasn't liked or commented on my things on Facebook in a long time. She's still the same. She used to be just like this. She would go months without talking to me and then start interacting a lot before disappearing again. It's different this time.
I don't know why I still have her as a friend on Facebook. I think part of me hopes that she will realize that she was wrong and that she will apologize for what she did.
Before I told her bye, she did apologize, but she said she didn't think she was in the wrong. And that's why we can't be friends.
It's been almost a year now and it sucks not having someone to call a best friend aside from your boyfriend, but I suppose it's better than being surrounded by her toxic behavior.
I actually did have a little breakdown the other day, feeling sorry for myself. "I'm a college dropout with nothing to show for myself. I'm unemployed and have no friends. All of my friends from high school have made something of themselves. One is on her way to being a doctor, possibly going into cancer stuff. One is an art teacher for elementary kids, I believe."
All I have is my parents and nephew and Da.
My oldest sister (J's mother) is a stupid bitch. My older sister is just a bitch.
It's a lonely world.
At least Da believes in me. I don't know why he does, but I'm so very glad he does.
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