Family Tree...The wicked grandmother!!

I probably shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but she never had anything nice to say about me when she was alive, so what the hell!! Alberta (my mom's mom) was a mean woman. She did not like me. She did not like my brothers either, for the simple reason that we were my mother's children. Alberta hated my mom. My mom is the 2nd oldest of 6 children. Linda was the oldest, followed by my mom (who the nurses named in the hospital b/c Alberta didn't want her from birth and could care less what her name was). Then came Mark, Bob, Jeff and Mary. Alberta didn't like Bob either. He was the child of an affair and she made sure her husband knew it so that Bob would get regular beatings. Mary was the result of a different affair, but Alberta still loved her.
Anyway, Alberta worked my mom hard from the very beginning. She worked her to collapse and when the doctor told her she was going to kill my mom if she didn't ease up, she worked her harder. Luckily a relative stepped in and took my mom away for awhile so she could get strong. I guess I'm sharing this just to get a feel of what the old witch was like and to gain some understanding into my mother. It's easy to understand why my mom jumped at the chance of marriage at the age of 19. Three children and a few years laters she left my dad and went to Alberta's for a place to stay while she got back on her feet. Alberta slammed the door in her face and left her with no place to go with 3 kids ranging in age from 2-5.
I don't think I would have minded her hating us so much if she didn't have such obvious affection for Linda's kids. She loved Mark's kids (at least 2 out of 3 of them). She loved Jeff's kids. She loved Mary's kids. She did not love Bob's children.
Alberta divorced her husband (my mom's dad who I will talk about on another day, he's the pedaphile). After the divorce she married again (another pedaphile and physical abuser). She married a third time. He was a hitter, but at least he wasn't fucking any of the kids!! So Alberta was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer after it had spread to her liver. I went and saw her before she died. It was the only time she ever said she loved me. I think she felt the pits in hell warming up for her and she thought she would make amends. My mom, bless her soul who would take all the crap from Alberta held her hand at the end waiting for those words, they never came.