Yeah. It's a rough stretch.
I didn't always get along with my grandmother. She had divorced my dad's real father and ended up being a spoiled, drunken trophy wife to the president of a bank who was about 20 years older than her.
Her #### didn't stink, everyone else was always wrong, not her. The woman, who when I was 15 promised me her car for my 16th birthday, sold that same car just weeks before my 16th birthday to spite my father whom she was having an argument with at the time.
Starting with that, there was a genuine hatred of her. There were 3 or 4 times that we went over a year without even communicating. One wrong word from her at a holiday dinner, or birthday party, and I'd be out the door, never to come back.
Eventually life kicked her in the ###, multiple times. Those are long stories for another day, but she easily could have just lit up another Benson & Hedges Ultra Light, worked her way deeper into the bottom of that bottle of Vodka, and kept being the surly little ##### that she was.
But she didn't. She stopped smoking and drinking (doctor's advice due to health issues) and when it was all said and done, she spent her last 20ish years on this earth a sweet, quick witted, always cheerful, little old lady. How that happened is beyond me, but I'm thankful that it did.