Fighting Hatred
I’m not sure I can face this journey for my granddaughter; the hatred from the step-parents is heavy, and my family doesn’t always rally behind me. Betrayal is common, and I’ve had enough of that poison. Since my sister let her bitterness take over and spread ugly lies about me, claiming I’ve stolen from our mom, the family’s turned against me. If those rumors were true, they'd have every reason to be angry, but it's not like I’m the first one in this family to take from a parent. I can’t forget what my sister and niece are capable of. They’ll feed a girl lies disguised as sweetness, bury a boy because a priest thought he was guilty, and she watched Martin Tremblay murder my nieces while she did his drugs. These memories, these truths, justify my mistrust of family. My niece can handle the step-parents on her own; I know that stepdad has a soft spot for her anyway... Breathe... Breathe... I can feel the pain flooding in when I talk to Diversity, hearing every hateful word her s...