I don’t know anymore. Honestly, I don’t think I want to know at this point. I think ignorance is probably the path forward. I can remain ignorant of things that don’t involve me, that’s fine. I don’t need people in my life who don’t want to be in my life. There’s no point in pretending to give a damn, so I don’t pretend, and I guess everyone else can just stop pretending as soon as they’re ready to put down the facade of superiority.

My mom had a turbulent relationship with her father. He wasn’t a smart man, not by a long shot, and he demanded obeisance. He never did anything to deserve it, but regardless demanded it from all of his children with zero deference. My mom took issue with it and didn’t give him what he demanded, which he obviously threw a fit about. I really don’t know the depth of interaction between them. I don’t know all of what happened, and I know what my mom has told me, which has been very little. But I also never took sides. I knew my grandfather was an asshole, but my mom is an asshole as well, so picking a side was never important to me. Nor did I see a reason to pick a side. I still don’t. They’re both assholes.

I think after today I’m going to have nothing to do with any of them any longer. I just need to cut bait and run, honestly. It’ll never get better, it only gets worse when they’re involved, so not involving them is the clear path forward. I’m exhausted, I’m done.