Currently coming to terms with the fact that I may love my Nana but I don't like her as a person. How she treats people who do nothing but help her. Even hearing how she told my depressed mother who was pregnant with me at the time that I wasn't her child and that my mother didn't deserve to name me. I could've had a much different name, even a different life if my Nana wasn't the way she is. She may love me but I'll never like her as a person. In any other life, i'd still never even think to be her friend.