My Maternal Figure Is Like Beatrice, And Is Now In A Home

To make a very long story short, my father died when I was young, and it was morbid. My mother is a unstable and irresponsible, and it was determined my siblings and I would live with my grandparents. However, my grandmother was a martyr all those years- very cold and distant, and would go one long rants about how she sacrificed her golden years for us.

I assign significant blame on her for many of the unresolved mental problems in our family, from my dad to my siblings. Not just nurture, but not doing anything about it, or waiting till it was too late, and deflecting blame on everyone but herself, and she she does admit fault, it was always putting herself in the best light. But G-d forbid you are a human and make mistakes- this woman held grudges more than anyone I knew. I know she lost her son and as she put it "being a woman in the early 60s" meant she had to assume that era's gender roles, and thus never went to college and became a successful writer.

It's like I was raised by a mix of Beatrice and Butterscotch. Just with less smoking and alocholism, but all the bitterness.

Anyway, after a few years of increasing health issues, my grandmother is now experiencing early stages dementia and was forced to go into a home. Apparently she is social and trying to do the best she can.

Personally, I'm Not Giddy like BoJack was- I want absolutely no part in this- but a part of me feels like Karma is being served.

So I've been thinking about the episode BoJack leaves her in the room.