30 Day Challenge- Day 8

Someone who has made your life hell or treated you badly

I can't say that anyone has made my life hell. But people have treated me badly. I would have to say the person who has hurt me the most is my Papa (grandfather). I was the first grandkid...therefor the favorite by default =). We (my mother and I) moved away when I was very young but I always spent the summer with my grandma and papa. It was some of the best memories ever. Then, in 1999 my grandma passed away from cancer. It was honestly the worst thing that has ever happened to me to date. After a few months I noticed my papa stopped taking my phone calls or sending me cards with little notes. At Christmas time...he sent my Christmas card back. WTF!?! Apparently he was pissed at my mom therefor had to be a total ass to me. So not only did I lose my grandmother I lost my papa as well. This is the only set of grandparents I've ever known. I tried for several years to send cards, letters....all to be returned. I made phone calls...just to get a machine, I would always leave a nice message. Three years ago my aunt and her family moved down here so now when he sees our area code on caller id he doesn't know if it is me or not (he talks to my aunt). So in 2008, weeks before my wedding, with a million things going on I had it in my head, I HAD TO TALK TO HIM. So I think I was on my lunch hour and I called...and he answered. He freaked when he realized it was me, he was about to hang up when I begged him to hear me out. I said my peace and he proceeded to tell me what he was pissed at my mom about. He didn't understand that I didn't care, it had nothing to do with me. I reminded him that once upon a time I was the favorite and the apple of his eye...now just a child he tried to avoid. He's never met my children or my husband and probably never will. I did feel a little smile cross my face when my cousin visited him and said there was a photo of me on his fridge. It was a photo from years ago, but still that was sweet. He has asked my aunt about my kids...at least he cares a little. Either way...I release this hurt I feel. I'm over it and holding on does no good. It was his choice not mine so why should I stress. I have so many people in my life who love me and my children and husband for who we are. I can't imagine the pain he went through losing his wife and maybe that is where his problem started. (deep breath) All is well with the world.