*402 - dirty laundry

UGH asdfjk;^@*(&%!! She keeps trying to tattle on me to the rest of the family. Anything wrong that happens in the house, it's automatically my fault. I came home to discover that the bulb in the microwave oven had blown, and when mum asks her about it, it's my fault because I am rough and violent in nature. When there are ants on the floor, she says it's because I'm careless and slipshod and leave a trail of crumbs on the floor whenever I eat. She carefully washes Joel's clothes and folds them up and irons them for him; when it comes to mine, she leaves them aside and hardly bothers to touch them. She waters every plant in the house except for the ones on my windowsill. When it rains, she closes all the windows but doesn't care to check mine. She's all smiles and laughs when it comes to my brother, glares, insults and finger pointing when it comes to me.

I'm not particularly perturbed by the partiality, I mean, grandsons >>> lousy granddaughters right? But it's when she lies about me that I get so exasperated. Thank goodness mum knows better - sometimes she even comes to my room to tattle on granny who just tattled on me to her. Heh.

I suppose you could say that I'm airing my dirty laundry here, but yeah I'm pretty annoyed at the moment. I've said this many a time but why can't I have one of those cute huggable grannies who loves everyone, whom everyone loves?

Oh well. Anyway. I'm not angry anymore haha. Besides, I already have a perfect family (if I close one eye to the granny that is), I'm really really blessed, and I suppose she can't hate me forever, can she?

God, help me to forgive, and soften my heart so that I wouldn't treat her with distrust and resentment. I know it's my fault too.