EM loves her EP’s more than her own daughter

I could write a book about the entitled antics of my mother and her parents (as well about my stepdad and his mother), but for this post I’ll focus on one incident.The cast:Sir Spawn - my grandfatherLady Spawn - my grandmotherEM - my motherMy friend nicknamed my grandparents “granspawn” so that’s why I give them those titles.Background: I used to be very close to the granspawn, especially Sir Spawn. I would cry when they flew back to Russia after a visit or at the end of a Skype Call with them. But little did I know, they were crazy and abusive alcoholics. Since they lived in a different country and I lived in the states, I didn’t realize their problem, and they were skilled at acting normal whenever they interacted with me. They made it seem like they had cleaned themselves up, even fooling my father and his parents (who had witnessed some of their craziness before I was conceived). Their act vanished as soon as my parents divorced when I was 12.It was like a switch flipped. They acted “normal” while sober but after a few drinks they turned into violent lunatics. They also started spending more time in the states afterwards, so I basically got a front row seat to this for several months each year.They enjoy playing the victim and complaining about every little detail. Sometimes, the fights they started got violent. When I was 14, I witnessed Sir Spawn throw EM onto the couch and start beating her WHILE I SAT RIGHT NEXT TO HER ON THAT COUCH. I put my arms out to shield her, and Lady Spawn tried to restrain me. He spat at her and it ended up landing on me.So they’re both violent and also love shedding crocodile tears, especially Sir Spawn. EM is just as bad, as she’s been enabling their behavior since day 1 and has always been very physically and mentally abusive toward me. Like I said, I could write a book about all this.Main Event: As I said, Granspawn have a Victim Complex. Nothing EM does is good enough for them. They feel like they are owed the whole world for being such “wonderful” parents to EM as well as helping her with me and my younger half-brother. They took every chance they could to insult EM, my stepfather, my father, and called me a traitor if I revealed these things to them. Eventually, I snapped.One day, they were on a typical rant and I tried to change the subject but they wouldn’t let me. It went like this:Sir Spawn: When you grow up and have kids and those kids grow up and kick you to the curb like your mother is doing to us, you’ll understand.Me: If I ever have kids, I won’t treat them like you treat my mother!Lady Spawn: What?!Me: You beat her, kept as a prisoner at home when she was my age, and now you belittle both her ex-husband and current husband, and you start fights every chance you get. You’re just a bunch of alcoholics!Sir Spawn: What did you say?!Me: You heard me.Sir Spawn: Nice to see you’ve shown your true colors.Me: Look who’s talking! storms upstairsWhen EM got home from work that evening, I told her about the argument I had with Granspawn and I had no plans of reconciling this time. I meant it. I was tired of the endless cycle of explosive fights and pretending that all was well until the next explosion. EM just assured me that she understood what I meant and agreed that I was right with be frustrated by their endless chaos.For two months there was silence between me and Sir Spawn, as in we didn’t even look at one another even when we were in the same room. Lady Spawn and I merely exchanged the typical greetings with no emotion. Lady Spawn eventually just pretended it never happened but I stayed unemotional toward her; she acted like she had no idea why I acted that way. Sir Spawn and I continued to utterly ignore one another, which I had zero intentions of changing. He, on the other hand, was realizing just how much I didn’t need him and he was losing it.But then came the time for his birthday...EM started demanding that I reconcile with Sir Spawn and gave me an old watch that she wanted me to give to him on his birthday. I firmly stated that I would be polite and smile and shake his hand but nothing else. She got angry at me and ordered me to comply, claiming that she understood I was tired but that I needed to move on. I again refused to comply and did exactly as I said I would do. This resulted in Sir Spawn activating his crocodile tears.The second EM got home, she burst into my room and smacked me and started screaming at me that it wasn’t that big a deal. She tried to drag me into going to lunch with them but I again stood my ground and refused. She smacked me again and said that if I didn’t do as she commanded and reconcile with him, she would not pay for college. Then she stormed out.Two hours later, EM and Granspawn came back. EM told me “he cried because of you.” I shot back that I had cried more times than I could count because of their lunacy yet she always told me to get over it so he as a grown adult could easily do the same. She repeated her threat from earlier and I broke down. I went to the bastard and hugged him while resisting the urge to vomit. I was further revolted by Lady Spawn cheering as she witnessed the ‘reconciliation’.I marched to EM’s room afterwards and coldly told her: “I did as you said. You’re NOT welcome.”EM: Did you only do it because of college?Me: I did it for myself (which was technically true) storms outThen I went to the bathroom, sat in the bathtub, and cried under the shower for almost an hour.Needless to say, the cycle of chaos continued after that. via /r/entitledparents https://ift.tt/354FF49