The Grandma from Hell Meets Her Match

She deliberately killed the dog I had raised for three years and made a stew out of him just to disgust me.

At the dinner table, she showed off smugly:

“The meat of a little beast raised on expensive dog food sure is tender~”

After the meal, she made me bow down and acknowledge the turtle she had kept for forty years as my “god-grandmother.”

I obediently did as I was told.

She just didn't know that acknowledging a god-grandmother is easy, but getting rid of one is hard!

My grandmother is a contrarian, and my mother is a fierce woman.