u/TONgoinghome

I couldn't not share this here. My grandpa is 93 years old. He is on death's door. He is my narcissistic mom's dad, who's his current caretaker. Yes, it runs in the family. She's awful and miserable, and he's somehow triple that awfulness.

For some context: I'm a uni student and i still live with my parents, my mom is staying with him 24/7 since he threw a tantrum a few months ago and kicked his wife out. Unfortunately i had some health complications which resulted in a heavy treatement that is taking a physical toll on me, luckily my dad is fully supportive and has been an incredible help for me, consistently driving me to and from places like the hospital, uni and the gym.

My grandpa hates that. He hates that my dad isn't his errand boy who drives him around and drops everything to serve him. Obviously, my grandpa being the "amazing" person he is, he treats him like shit and even sics my mom on him and even almost caused them to divorce at some point. Luckily for me, my dad refused to leave me alone with this hellish family.

So today, after seeing my dad drop me off at home, he immediately calls my mom and tells her he's suffering an insane back pain. I know it's bullshit because my mom told me he "waited til the last possible moment to tell her," just a classic attention seeking stunt. He calls my dad to drop him off at the clinic she works at, but my dad maintains his strict boundary. So then my grandpa made my mom make ME, her sick child who can barely walk, get him a taxi.

Mind you, my grandpa knows. He knows I'm sick. He knows about the physical toll. Anyway, i say yes, to not make my dad look like a liar, but also because I was planning something. Since he wants to force himself on people he knows can't stand him, I'll show him.

First of all, on the street, i walk in front of him. He seems perfectly fine, he's walking on his cane, not so much for back pain, huh? I tell him I'm just trying to find a taxi as fast as possible. I leave him in the dust, and I refuse to let him lean on me for support. It's true that i was running around like a madman, but it felt more like a performance. And every time a taxi went by and didn't stop, I felt even more satisfied.

I felt a kick watching him realize he's completely dependent on someone who doesn't like him, who can't stand him. I felt so satisfied watching the color drain from his face, knowing the result of him forcing himself on anyone but his dumb easily manipulated daughter results in suffering and humiliation. At some point, i even let a taxi get away just to feel more satisfaction.

In the end, i managed to stop a good samaritan by pulling the concerned grandchild act, i looked sad and distraught, and i guess even my grandpa believed it too. It made it much more satisfying when he looked at me with eyes full of hope and asked, "Are you coming with me?" And i simply replied, "Nah, i have to go." The way his face dropped, and he shrugged me off coldly. How does it feel having your own tactics thrown in your face?

I know what it sounds like, but this man has abused almost every person he came into contact with. I don't regret anything i did, and i hope this was as satisfying for you guys to read as it was for me to live through.

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