So I guess now that I'm at a safer environment I can say what's going on.
My grandmother kicked me out after years and years of quiet abuse I've been subjected to and her ego being bruised.
The tldr is that she kicked me out after not agreeing with her behavior and using my cousin attacking me as a way to kick me out. The longer story and link for donating is in the read more as well as being clickable on the word link up here (bolden for easy use)
As many of you know on this account (my main) I've mentioned for years how my grandmother has been my sole family who's been with me consistently. I've also mentioned how in the semi recent years I've become her caretaker which has allowed me to get paid.
What I haven't mentioned is the abuse she's been inflicting on me. Largely due to me already having no one in the family I could readily rely on but also just accepting what she was doing to me and other as the "norm".
In recent months I've been cutting off my family and my grandmother due to emotional pain they kept inflicting on me and lack of support. My grandmother was no exception to this but I kept ignoring it because I believed at least I had her.
But she crossed the line. Several times with myself, my mother, sister, the whole family. To even explain all of it would take up hours upon hours as it's been years of it.
But to condense it as much as I can, she has stirred trouble between family members out of a sick amusement for herself. She's most happiest when she sees the family fighting within ourselves. Which is why she says things to rile us up.
Things we wanted to keep secret are exposed to random strangers for a sick sense of enjoyment out of gossiping about these issues. And then acting paranoid when we aren't open and honest with her.
When her ego is bruised she's quick to spit venom at you, hold little favors over your head. One example I can share is how she paid rent while I was jobless for a number of years despite my physical and mental limitations. She held it over as late as 2025 when I've had a job and been paying rent (though struggling for personal reasons).
She got upset I told my mother the true amount of rent and reminds me at every turn about it when my mother and at the time, stepfather already knew of this.
Something that made my job as a caretaker difficult was going to the doctors. To me she'd tell me what her issues were, only to turn around and tell the doctors a new list of problems. It got to the point where a doctor she had threatened to get my job removed for negligence when I was just as dumbfounded as her with her problems. And this isn't even to mention the fact she wouldn't even listen to what the doctors told her to do to better her health.
Most of the family didn't care, my mother certainly didn't until she felt that abuse first hand. When she saw how I was the only one truly there, crying after she fell several times last year and being there for her while the rest of the family stayed at their homes, not visiting her. Or how she learned that my grandmother was gleefully telling her friends about my mother and stepfather's separation.
Even when they agreed to put their differences aside, my grandmother unceremoniously kicked both my mother and sister out in winter when we had repairs in December of 2025. My sister has a child, a 4month old at the time and she did not care about kicking them out in the streets in the dead of winter.
All of these things piled up to the point when I lost my job for complicated reasons, I took it as an opportunity to leave. I started doing things, getting in contract with the city for affordable housing, finding a new job, getting on food stamps.
My grandmother did not like this.
She'd try to win me over, acting sickly or weak to get me to sympathize with her when my mother and sister were gone, at the same time telling everyone that they had moved out. Not that SHE kicked them out.
Which is what leads us to May 9th 2026. I already asked help from my cousin to get some documents to renew food stamps. She was useless and said to just talk to my grandmother. I, upset, did just so.
I marched to my grandmother and told her that she didn't need to love me. That I just need documents proving I lived there so I can get food stamps (which btw I only receive $24 a month). I said it loudly since she has a tendency to act "deaf" when my cousin who said she wasn't going to get involved anymore came in, saying I was yelling.
It became an altercation, one I'm not proud of.
I threw things, I yelled. I was so sick and tired of being in that house being monitored. I couldn't cook without my grandmother breathing down my neck and getting in the way. I couldn't go out because she'd talk. I couldn't stay home because she'd talk. I couldn't do anything right.
That's why I acted out. I threw things, insulted them both and the damn bitch of a cousin dared to say that I needed to ask for help when I have done so for years and no one did so.
Since I was a child I was more or less made my grandmother's caretaker. I had no choice.
At some point in between me yelling and throwing I threw a controller, not aware that her cat, Mylo, was in the way. That's when my cousin attacked me, slamming me against a radiator and accusing me of harming her cat on purpose.
To those of you who know me, you know I'd do anything for him, for any cat. I love animals more than people and she just slams me trying to hurt me.
My grandmother? She just watched for a full minute until she lazily tries to get her off of me.
I called the police and they were useless.
When my cousin attacked me, she, the dumb bitch who isn't on the lease, was telling me to leave. As did my grandmother. So that's when I called my sister, told her what happened and we left.
At this point in time she and my mother had a new place so I went to spend the rest of the night with them.
The next day I returned to pack my things since I was effectively kicked out. I broke down when I was there because my grandmother threatened to involved a family member and knowing how she spreads gossip and so on, I cried.
On the 11th I went back to grab my suitcase which was also a battle since she didn't like me closing my room with a lock. Nothing in my room belonged to her aside from clothes.
"But Al then she has a right to be there!" No dear reader. She has clothes all over the house. She's a hoarder. My room was the only place I had things that belonged to me. She had plenty of clothes outside my bedroom as well as closets and other furniture with clothing she can wear.
Regardless I was able to grab some clothing (all dirty but it was all I had) and went on to enter the shelter system. It's been a long, long battle.
On July 12th it'll be two months since I've left. Life has become both better and harder for me. Better as I have freedom. Yes I have curfew but I feel free. I can go anywhere I please, I can stay in where I'm at as long as it's allowed. I am truly free.
But harder as the current shelter isn't great on meal times and I've had to eat out until all of my money has run out.
Which is why I'm asking for help. My job training won't start until July 13th and even then it's unpaid. I only get $24 on food stamps and the shelter doesn't allow foods in the rooms. Nor am I allowed to cook since there is no kitchen.
I am asking for help for bills like my credit cards, my phone and for hot meals. Just until my job actually fully starts and I get a wage. I'll delete this post and any post once I do as well as stop the donations.
I'm truly sorry for asking this out of everyone. I truly am trying to do better. The jobs aren't answering or won't give work until a later date, the foods I'm given are all in cans that I'm not even allowed to have. It's been an uphill battle but I feel free.
Thank you for taking the time to read and reblog this. It means a lot to me and I hope no one has to struggle like this.
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