The realization saddened me. But I also couldn’t help but feel a tinge of resentment.
Although my grandma and I did have our tender moments every now and then, we had always had a complicated relationship. When I was kid, she was often harsh and judgmental, sometimes teetering on the edge of verbal abuse.
“You need to lose weight,” she would say. “No one will ever want to marry you if you stay fat like that.”