I had cool grandmothers. One was a messed up couldn't communicate and had PCOS grandmother from the South and one was from the North and was obsessed with Jesus and good with children and probably acted like she loved grandchildren more than she loved her firstborn children based on what jerks her actual children ended up becoming later in life. But anyway. Sometimes the messed up Grandma would call the Jesus grandma and Jesus Grandma would listen to her cry. And she was a good listener. They probably prayed together or something or I'll bet she said some prayers for her afterwards if they didn't actually pray together. And messed up Grandma also tried to go see psychologist and now we think the psychologist might have abused his position because the psychologist had a friend and the friend told messed up Grandma's daughter that the psychologist was not a good person. Why didn't the community oust him if he wasn't a good person? Well and also, when an optometrist abused the girl, the dad yelled at him and didn't take his daughter back there, but the optometrist probably kept his job because they were convinced by some other men that suing him would just be too traumatic on the daughter. So, how many other daughters did he, the icky optometrist, abuse in his icky optometrist office?
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