I think that when I die they won't even remember what I look like or how I sounded and the funny things I used to say. They are busy with different things that consist primarily of ear buds in their ears. And I've always been the "fun" grandma. To be sure...I am not one of those, "In my day..." kind or person. I get the kool-aid colored hair. I get the tattoos and the piercings though many of them just look gross to me. I get the way teens dress except for the pants on the ground thing. Really, why would a guy want to look like they a wearing a diaper so full of pee that it needs changing immediately?
But even our kids who are in their 30's and 40's are consumed with the phones that do everything except make your food. And I am sure that's coming soon. I get technology. I see the benefits. I just miss people. Yet, I don't like people. They are mean. I realize that I feel that way because I take things personally and that is wrong.
So back to my downward spiral. My husband acts as though everything is OK. I know it isn't. I also know he's pulling shit with