My grandmother died this past Friday night after years of being in a nursing home. I wasn't that close to her so it didn't really affect me that much, she was old and wasn't in good health anyway. She was my grandmother on my dad's side of the family and I fucking hate 95% percent of that side but I have to see them for the first time in years at the funeral in two days. What nobody knows is that one of my aunts touched me in a bad way when I was six or seven years old but I still remember. All of my dad's sisters are a bunch of hillbilly cunts who used to make fun of me when I was little because I would read a lot of books instead of watching shows about race cars. They have problems with my mom too, basically because they're from a conservative little town and my mom is from Latin America, she speaks English with a heavy accent and all that stuff they're not used to seeing. When I was like eight or nine they used to scream at me for no reason and they'd tell me that nobody liked me and they even hit me a few times at family dinners. My dad would always freak out on them and they hate him too for being "weird" which means going to college and learning different languages. Two years ago I had some "risque" pictures on a modeling website that they found. Keep in mind that these ladies never played a part in my life, they just found these pictures and called up my parents and told them. My parents already knew and told them to stay out of our business, basically they said who the hell are they to judge us and blah, blah, blah. They told everyone about the pictures which really weren't that big of a deal and I told them to go back inside their trailers and go stare at the deer heads on their walls and I went off on them even more, they said we don't deserve to carry our last name and that we're dead to them now. Basically it's this giant feud but one of my nice aunts asked me read something at the funeral this Friday. I'm chill for the most part and don't like confrontation but I said I'd to it. Part of me can't wait to go up there and be the one who gets to speak at their mother's funeral. I know it will fucking kill them. My mom doesn't even want to go to the funeral because she knows they're going to start something. I have enough respect for my grandmother, the church, and myself to start fighting with them at the funeral but if they want to start insulting me or my mom, brother, or dad and try to start a fight with us I'm going to fucking punch them out and my mom knows it, she didn't disagree with me but she knows that I will and knowing my mom she'll probably end up punching them first. I don't know how I'm going to handle this. I haven't seen these bitches in years and I especially want to punch out the one who touched me. The better part of me knows enough not to stoop to that level and just to hold my head up high because I know that even though I'm only twenty I've already accomplished way more with my life than they ever have or will but the other little half of me wants to punch them if they get up in my face and try to say something, I'm tired of their shit.