09/13/2025
I threw my grandma out of my wedding for bringing a dirty bag of walnutsâtwo days after she died I opened it and collapsed
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I (22F) grew up more in my grandma's house than my parents'. They worked insanely long hours, so she basically raised me.
Her place was old, creaky, smelled of lavender and dustâbut it was safe. Every evening, she'd hand me walnuts she'd already cracked SO I WOULDN'T GET MY LITTLE HANDS DIRTY.
She'd smile and say, "Eat these, sweetheart. They'll make your heart stronger." (I was born with a heart defect.)
She was EVERYTHING to me⌠back then.
But as I got older, I changed. Designer clothes, expensive vacations, luxuryâthat became my world. Grandma's house felt "old." I started visiting less. I even complained about the "old people smell." Writing this now makes me want to puke.
Fast forward: I'm engaged to a wealthy guy, planning a huge luxury wedding. The guests: lawyers, influencers, business owners. My mom begged me to invite Grandma.
"She raised you, Rachel. Please just invite her."
I didn't want toâshe didn't "FIT IN"âbut I finally agreed.
She showed up in a faded blue dress, clutching a RAGGEDY CLOTH BAG. My cheeks burned with EMBARRASSMENT. She pressed it into my hands:
"Open this soon, dear! It's my gift. There's a SURPRISE inside!"
I peeked inside: walnuts. Old, dusty walnuts.
I snapped. "Seriously? What kind of surprise is this?! IT'S JUST A DIRTY BAG OF WALNUTS! YOU SHOW UP WITH⌠TRASH?! And couldn't you WASH YOUR HANDS?!"
She looked down.
"You're embarrassing me. Just⌠LEAVE!" I yelled.
And she did. Slowly, silently. My mom cried. I didn't care.
Two days later, my grandma called me, like she wasn't heartbroken, and reminded me to open the bag. I brushed it off and told her I would call her later. Of course, I didn't.
Later, she called me again: "Did you open my gift?"
I told her not to bother me with stupid things.
Two months later, the call came. SHE WAS GONE.
At her funeral,