41. Your grandfather. On your father’s side, of course. He openly hated me. It was even more apparent than with your mother. Because your mom would try to veil her abhorrence in ambiguous adjectives, while your grandfather didn’t even bother. “You lefty liberals are what’s wrong with the world today!” “I can’t believe you corrupted my precious grandchild!” “I can’t wait until you both outgrow this phase!” Just like you’re father, he was scathing. Every time I spoke to him he just condemned me and made sure that I knew how much he hated me and how much he wasn’t okay with our relationship. Remember when you proposed on the Fourth of July? “Desecrating a holy day!” your grandfather had said. It was probably for the best that you were the one who popped the question, because if I had done it, your grandfather probably would’ve thrown a lit firework at me. He really hated the idea of us, didn’t he?