My mum left me in the care of grandparents as a a very young child. My grandparents effectively raised me.
My childhood was awful. Mostly because of my grandfather who was extremely physically abusive - hair pulling, throwing objects, spitting on me to name a few examples. He would make me sleep on the floor as a punishment also. He was very introverted around other adults and I think tried to regain a sense of empowerment by abusing me. The man could just not experience any discomfort without his eyes popping out his head and his whole body puffing up. He was a monster.
Anyway, I left the country as soon as I could.
I returned recently and at the request of my grandmother went to see my grandfather at the retirement home he know lives.
He leads a sad life. Sitting in a chair all day and watching tv.
When I saw him he started getting angry over something minuscule. He started the whole routine of his face going red and I just said “I’ve had enough of this, thank God you’ll probably be dead the next time I’m in England. I can’t stand you”. I touched on how pathetic he and his life was.
Trust me I am a nice person. I donate around £300 each month to charity. I give neighbours kids’ a lift when I can. I just snapped.
Just needed to get off my chest.