When I was younger, I always thought of my nana of my hero. She helped me when I got abused by both parents, she fed me, and made sure I was emotionally okay. I never thought the day would come when we absoulutely hated each other… We’ve been fighting for a while now, and I think it’s because we’ve been through so much that the only reason why we were nice and there for each other was because we needed each other then. Now that we’re getting better there’s no reasoning for us to be nice to each other…