Collectively, TB and I bring two grandparents to the table. Two grandmothers who, together are the equivalent of maybe half of an active grandparent.
Might be easier to say that they suuuck.
TB’s mom was 45 minutes late, talked about herself the whole time, then abruptly left an hour later to “go have dinner.”
My mom is a horseshit parent and a terrible grandparent.
So now, I’m sitting in my car fighting tears because, well, I don’t want to try to explain to my 3yo that her grandmas are shitty. Or talk about how terrible TB’s mom is.
Fuck them. This is why I don’t waste my or my kids time visiting my mom. Who I think I’ll just start calling by her first name. Fuck you, Ginger.
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