03/20/2025
My 19-year-old granddaughter, Emily, burst into the room and cheerfully announced, "Grandma, I'm getting married!"
"What about your education?" I exclaimed.
"Grandma, who needs that? I'm not going to work as a teacher anyway," she replied, crossing her arms.
"How do you plan to live then?" I asked.
"I told you, I'm getting married," she yelled, frustrated.
"You expect your husband to support you? He might leave you..." I cautioned.
"He won't go anywhere," Emily scoffed, brushing her hair back.
"Grandma, since I'm getting married, you need to move out of my apartment," she declared.
"What apartment?" I asked.
"This one! You gave it to me," she said, chewing gum loudly.
"I gave it to you to have after my death," I reminded her.
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M GETTING MARRIED AND YOU'RE STILL ALIVE," Emily retorted.
"I have nowhere else to go," I protested.
"That's not my problem," she replied, popping her gum.
The next day, Emily kicked me out, and I ended up sleeping in the hallway. I was heartbroken that my own flesh and blood did this to me and needed to give her a lesson. In the morning, I went to the store and bought a⬇️