Anonymous wrote:I bitterly regret not spending more time with my grandma in my 20s...
I regret that I spent as much time with mine as I did. 25 was exactly the age when I realize that the entire family was hell-bent on enabling her racism and xenophobia, which she trotted out at every opportunity and even when there was no “opportunity.” She is still alive but I haven’t seen her since then and I am 45. I feel bad for my mom, who feels guilty about all of this because she was raised by narcissists, but not enough to subject myself to the abuse I got from G’ma. I would no sooner attend her 85th birthday party than I would attend the 85th birthday of anyone I don’t know.
OP, what is your daughter’s grandmother like?