Katja K: Called the hooker of grandma

Here the other day, I spoke on the phone with one of my close girlfriends. She needed to ease her heart to me, when she felt the pressure of her husband's ex-girlfriend and their family.

Ex-boyfriend had once again invited her husband, their common child, and her parents-in-law for a big birthday brunch for the teen-age son.

She also had on a polite show, invited my friend and her little daughter to the party, even though it is pure pro forma friendship.

It was, in itself, does not give rise to problems if it weren't for farmoren in svigerfamilien, there is an evil ”old witch”. A manipulative, egocentric, bitter and scorned woman with a penchant for being totally dominant, and control the whole family.

My friend said "no thanks" to the invitation.

In reality, she didn't want to be a part of the family. And the real reason for her refusal, is due to farmorens rejection of her little cute daughter at 8 years.

Farmoren may simply not like her daughter, and of course this is something the daughter can feel, and is sincerely sorry.

What the hell is the point?

How can a grandparent not like his grandson?

My friend is a very loving and aware mother, who talk openly with their child about this.

She told her daughter that yes, it is true that the grandmother is not happy for you, but you should just be indifferent with her, and keep you close to the others in the family.

The conversation I had with her, got the memories to pass on up in me.

When I was a little girl, I also had a grandmother who did not like me.

When she had to take care of my big sister and I, at home in the house on the Engstrupgårdsvej, we were always up and argue. She made the difference between us. My sister was the pretty nice girl that did everything right.

I was the wild girl who did everything wrong. Seen from my grandmother's point of view.

And even though she obviously didn't care about me, I defended her always when we went to walk in the street, if that was the cheeky kids shouted after her. I took care of her, for I very well knew that she was just an insecure old lady.

Sometimes when I was really tired of her bad behavior, I cried for her I would kill her with one of the most beautiful antique chinese sword, my father had hanging as decoration on the wall in the living room.

’no, No, Sussi, you must not’, faltered she.

of course, It was only an empty threat, but she made me really upset with the discrimination.

Later in life, when I was a teenager, and we again had one of our numerous clashes, she went really over the string.

’You are a hooker’! – she cried to me, with contempt in his voice.

I got a shock and was completely speechless and flabbergasted, at the same time.

at the same time I was also embarrassed on her behalf.

How could my own grandmother calling me a whore?

It was simply so far out, that it reminded me of a bad tv theater scene from the 1970s.

Several years after I have spoken with my mother about it, and she has also admitted to me that my grandmother didn't care about me.

My mother's analysis of the situation is that I have always been very independent, and always given the match to the string, if I have felt held down. It could my grandmother not clear, therefore it became a power struggle.

But whether I will ever understand, how a grandparents do not approve of his granddaughter, and will always be a mystery to me.

I think that it is a taboo in our society, and I would like to invite all parents to be aware of grandparents who simply do not behave properly toward their grandchildren. Shame on you!

And yes, I was the hooker for a while. But a happy one!