I've got conflicting feelings about my grandparents as well. They were super strict parents in a conservative time in a conservative area. I'm certain they were abusive to my father when disciplining him, and they even unleashed a little of that on me when I was a kid. It's weird, because I don't hate them and I do love them. I do, however, strongly dislike them, even to the point that when I heard my grandfather had to go into the hospital recently, I didn't feel a thing. They've only seen my son once, and the one time that they did, I was loathing them during the whole experience. But then I saw my son get up and sit next to my grandfather, and I felt a warmth in my heart that really took me by surprise.
It's a truly confusing experience to love and loathe someone at the same time.
It's a truly confusing experience to love and loathe someone at the same time.
