I grew up living with my grandparents because my dad, being the great person that he was wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. While my mom kept me for a whole 2 weeks before giving my grandparents custody of me because she wasn't fit to take care of me or some shit. And you might think "oh at least she cared enough to do the right thing and try to give you a better life" you are dead fucking wrong. My life was hell growing up with them, because guess what, my grandma was abusive. Verbally and physically. She has even attempted to KILL me whether it was to just scare me or whatever thats fucking messed up. The first time she ever tried to, I was 6, because I was suicidal and I didn't even know it and one day after a argument I said something along the lines of "sometimes I just want to kill myself" and she said "go ahead" and chased me into the bathroom with a knife and I barely got the door closed. Throughout my life she has yelled at me all the time, I seriously doubt growing up I've gone longer then a few weeks without crying. She would hit me and she even pulled apart this giant life size barbie thing I had got from my great grandma and hit me with its leg because I was putting it in my room before helping her bring things inside. On other occasions she has also called foster care on me multiple times or at least pretended to, and that scared the fuck out of me when I was younger because for some odd reason I still loved my family and didn't want to leave even though I was being abused. There were other times when she tried to kill me too, one time she pulled me off my my bed and bent my neck down so much I thought it was going to break and then she pinned me on the ground and repeatedly hit me. Like why the fuck didn't I call the police on her, it makes no sense how I put up with all this. Other things she has done include, locking me out of the house, shoving all of my things in garbage bags and then throwing them outside, breaking things of mine by throwing them, and trashing my room by pushing things off my dresser, desk etc. all onto the floor, oh and giving me countless panic attacks. And why didn't my grandpa say anything? Or my aunt who moved in with us? Or even my own mom that had moved in with us a few times throughout all this time? Simple. At least for my mom the answer was "I couldn't say anything or she would have kicked me out" Well glad to know I have people on my side. Now, fast forward to present time, I have moved out two years ago because I was fed up with her after I fell and she called me a "stupid bitch" and then left where we were because she was "embarrassed" like jesus fucking christ. Then later that day she trashed my room for the who knows time. After all of that I called my friend and left at like 11pm, went to her house and I have lived here for almost two years now, that happened when I was 15. AND NOW GUESS WHAT. My grandma thinks I should forgive her and she also thinks that she should be in my life because "she knows what she did was wrong and she's sorry." Like that could repair like nine years of torture she put me through. So fuck my grandma, and fuck the rest of my family that witnessed it and did absolutely nothing to help me, thanks for nothing.