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Input: I’m 17 years old and currently staying at my grandmother’s house temporarily. I’ve been in New York for 5 months and I was with my dad, but a CPS case was opened against him and I no longer feel comfortable there. My mom is a narcissist and pretty certifiably insane so my grandma is what I got right now. 

The house has me, my aunt, grandma, and grandfather. I have to say, even though I’m not getting choked or called names here, it’s still fucking MISERABLE to deal with. 

My grandmother, although very loving towards me, is the most neurotic person in the world and I have a hard time handling it. She’s not just annoying to me, she’s just annoying to people in general. She’s very neurotic as a person and easily worried and bothered. Almost everything becomes a lecture. I try my best to be the most patient about it, but she takes any request to be left alone as a personal slight against her. She’s very rigid in her thinking and has a thing with boundaries. If she doesn’t see me do something, it’s a lecture. Even if I did do it. If I don’t do something at the time she thinks I should do it EXACTLY THEN it’s a lecture. Like taking a shower. She weirdly times when she thinks I should take a shower.

Today I went job hunting at the mall and she lectured me because she didn’t like that my shoes were a little dirty. This is when I was already out of the house so I couldn’t really do anything about it. I told her, in the softest way I could muster, “grandma can you please just leave me alone.” And instantly she took it as a personal attack and started lecturing. I ended up yelling myself out of just... frustration. Some due to her, some due to everything that’s been happening in my life. Even at the mall she’d constantly nitpick why I wasn’t dressed like the other girls there or every 3 seconds she’d try and tell me to hurry up eating. 

I love her. And I’m grateful I’m in a safe place now, but I can’t do this for too much longer. I don’t want her to know I hate living with her, but it’s just a lot to deal with every day. Especially with the other shit going on in my life. I feel guilty for feeling how I feel, but I absolutely can’t stand it. 

starting to resent my grandmother