Grandma called complaining that the heating in the house is not working and she can’t call a fixer because !!!! my room is messy... She’s sitting there freezing to death because she’s too embarassed of 5 years of stuff and art supplies piled up in my room, like what on earth... 

And then she started complaining about living in the house, blaming my mom, blaming me, blaming the dog, like bitch, you’re a grown ass fucking adult who decided to buy an unfinished house in the village when grandad was near death and couldn’t finish it. You’re just a good obedient bitch who followed a man and then a man died and now u’re stuck whining for 30 years without being able to make a single decision and looking for someone else to blame for ur shitty conditions. Like she legit blames me because I liked the house when I was 7???