I normally don't post, but I need this off my chest. My grandfather is 93. I take care of him now. When I was ten years old, a woman came into his life and played the southern belle, like Grandma who died two years prior. She almost married him, but stole his truck and left before the paperwork was finalized.

No word. Six years later, she calls from prison asking for commissary money, saying she has cancer. They exchange letters, he gives her money, she gets out and spends the next ten years hitting him up for "medical treatments" and the like, to the tune of roughly $198k. Now he's bedridden, can't walk without aid and she's still asking for money, promising as she has for years that with just one more operation, she can come home and they'll live out their days together.

I lack the words to describe my hatred. The depths of my contempt are without measure. And no way to vent it that doesn't end in prison. It's funny. Horrible, but funny.