Everything was fine until my grandma and grandfa started dri..

Everything was fine until my grandma and grandfa started drinking...

Alcohol.

At first they drаnk on holidays, but a lot. Then on weekends, and then every day. Grandfather became aggressive, often raised his hand to me. I could have been beaten for any little thing. They could kick me out of the house, rummage through my things. They said me, that my mom left me and nobody needs me. Then they woke up in the morning and pretended that nothing had happened. I didn't understand what was happening. My heart was broken.

My beloved grandmother and grandfa turned into strangers to me before my eyes.

This went on for about ten years. We stopped communicating. We lived in the same apartment, but like strangers. Sometimes they drаnк and broke into my room and a drunкеn circus would start. I was scared and very upset. I have tried many times to rent an apartment separately. Due to the fact that I studied at the university, it was difficult for me to combine study and work. There was not enough money. But sometimes I moved to other apartments. Then i came back again.

Last year, something happened that put an end to this all. Grandma and grandpa were drunк again, broke into my room when I was there with my friends. They kicked them out, and then they tried to kick me out. They said that I was a wh*re and many more hurtful words. Then I packed my bag and never went back there...

It hurt so much. I cried and worried so much. It took me half a year of classes with a psychologist to get better. I didn’t understand. WHY? After all, I love them. Now I have come to terms with all this. I am still sad. But I understand that this is their choice. I cannot do anything about it. I cannot influence. My grandparents died a long time ago for me. These I don't know this people.

I am a little tricky to write this. I do not expect regret from you 😌 I've come to terms with this for a long time. And I learned to live with this. Yes, I am sad to know that They live next to me, on the next street. But I cannot communicate with them. I can't come to visit and eat my grandmother's pancakes. Hug her. But I still love them ❤️ Whatever happens. I cherish all the memories in my memory and heart

Therefore, I do not drink alcohol (in very rare cases). I hate drunк people. Alcohol is evil. Alcohol kills and destroys everything around 😞