That's how I felt when my grandfather was still alive. He saw the world in me and it felt awesome to prove him right so often growing up. After he passed, thi

That's how I felt when my grandfather was still alive. He saw the world in me and it felt awesome to prove him right so often growing up. After he passed, things changed and now it's almost the complete opposite fueling me now. I look at how close-minded, hateful, and worthless my parents are and bust my ass to prove to everyone that I'm not going to turn out like them.