About 11 years ago on Thanksgiving, my grandmother told my mom and her brothers that she dislikes me. She gave no reason. I don't know that she has one. Most of the time I can be okay with it. I don't see her very often outside of holidays, but days like this come when she says or does something hurtful and I have a hard time recovering from the fact that my own grandma doesn't love me. Sometimes I think she's trying to make amends, but something always happens to prove me wrong.