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So tomorrow my mom has decided to have some turkey which means a very large meal. Now, there's only three people living at my house and the time so my mom has invited my grandpa. *twitch* Now, most people would be excited to see their grandpa... but not me... No, I dread the moment as it gets closer and closer...

My grandpa and I have never had a good relationship. He used to live a couple of stated over so seeing him was rare. He always came for christmas and that was the only time I really ever saw him. Back then, he was fun, cool, and spoiled all of his grandchildren that live around here. Naturally, as a greedy child because 99.9% of us were, I loved him dearly for the things he gave me and never really cared to get to know him. Don't get me wrong, I loved him more then just for material things.

As my sister grew up she got to go see my grandpa during the 4th of July and I'd be stuck at home with my parents while she got to travel. The always told as soon as I was old enough I could go see him but in their opinion I was never old enough, plus, he moved to my city so there went any chance of traveling to see him like my sister.

So, he settled in for retirement about 2 miles from my house. When he was waiting for his house to finish... he had to live with us and that's when I really got to know who my grandpa really was. My parents aren't super strict so I was used to getting away with things that I probably shouldn't have and when my grandpa lived with us it was hell. He was always giving me the glare and trying to correct my parents way of bringing me up. Which in turn, created bitter memories and a bitter liking to eachother. I'm sure those few months with him living with us is what started the bitter relationship I have with him.

Finally he moved into his house and soon after he did, he invited my sister and I to disneyland for a week. We were already going to be stuck with him for two weeks while my parents went to Sturgis. Two weeks he had complete control over me and my parents were thousands of miles away from me... To say the least, I was scared. Now, I was super excited to go to disneyland, it was my first time going and so far my last, and I at the time there really was little bitterness between my grandpa and I... So, we went to disneyland and that's were it went from an ok relationship to a bitter sometimes hateful relationship. He didn't like the way I asked for things and I didn't like the way he was yelling at me every hour or so. While in disneyland, we went on it's a small world after all ride and he told me I could have something that I wanted if I counted all the dolls. This was a cruel joke to him and being as young as I was I thought he was serious and counted a good amount of dolls. When we got of the ride and told him the amount I had counted he just laughed at me and walked away. It's a good thing my sister was there because I cried a lot and she was my only cling of hope, it was kinda pathetic for me. When my parents came back from their trip I just kinda threw myself at them. I don't I have ever been so happy to see my mom, ever.

Over the years my grandpa just kept playing mean tricks on me that really did hurt my feelings. For my 13th birthday, he got me a ken doll with money super glued to the package... I was really embarassed to get a ken doll for my 13th birthday. Another time, he told me he found a great recipe for me online, at the time I was trying my cooking skills. The condition was that I had to make it for my dad if he gave it to me. I said ok and he made me promise, so, I promised. I went over to his house the next day only to find out that the recipe he found for me was for dog treats. Not only was the insulting me, but, it insulted my dad as well.

My bitter love for him only grows each year as he continues to do these things to me. My grandpa is a good guy, he just doesn't show around me. I have to be his least favorite grandchild while his favorite is my sister... Go figure that one out. It probably started when I never got to see him during the 4th of July when he use to live else where.

I dunno why I decided to tell you that but I don't expect anyone to read this entire thing. No hard feelings.

So, now you know why I don't want my grandpa to come tomorrow. To make things worse my boyfriend is coming tomorrow too. I really don't want to deal with that big, icky mess. My grandpa is prude and my boyfriend is nice and has good manners and he's going to need all of them to get my grandpa to slightly like him. This is just going to be one big, fun night... *twitch*