The man who divorced my Mom.
The gay, Aboriginal man.
The man who my Grandma told me lies about to make me hate him when I was little.
and now she hates me and has been since I grew up.
I look so much like him and she hates me.
I don’t owe anything to her. Just because she is my Grandma, doesn’t mean I have to love her.
My Nohkum was the best Grandmother ever, why did she have to die? why did she have to go through so much?
I don’t have to take this abuse from my Grandma and Mom anymore. I stand up for myself.