My grandma cried today at lunch when it was time for her to leave and return to her shitstain of a husband (divorce proceedings still up in the air).
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Rarely felt so impotent. Someone in my family, someone I actually -like-, in real distress...and I don't know how to help. I argued, I begged, for her to just stay with me for awhile, but she feels some sort of obligation to that house. She's so passive! Rouses all my protective instincts, and this for the woman who held me and cared for me when I was an infant, when my parents were away.
Something needs to be done. Contemplating murder.
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