I raised my daughter right. What she did to deserve a worthless, no name, piece of dog shit like you, I'll never know. You are constantly whining that she "doesn't understand me." Well, no one can understand why you are so weird. You don't understand when we make jokes. You are obsessed with whatever it is that you're obsessed with. You don't like to be hugged, don't show you appreciation, don't touch me, the list is endless. All you want to do is take, take, take. Let me alone, let me eat in peace, let me have my space, let me, let me. We're sick of it. You're a worthless selfish little obnoxious brat. And no one likes you.
(Did I do okay as your grandmother?)
