Much of what's going on bears explaining. So I'll get right to it.
I've lived with my grandparents and father all my life, and up until I was seventeen, or eighteen, I was my grandmothers primary victim. Occasionally, if my grandfather stuck up for me, or my father said anything in my defence, she'd turn on them.
From what I know, she lived the good life, decades ago. Thanks to my grandfather, she had all the money she could spend. Expensive cars, a massive cottage, the best of whatever she wanted, paid out of pocket by my grandfather. As if she was trying to pretend she was like his sister, who married into money. Who spends retirement traveling the world, or relaxing in her mansion.
Growing up, I got little to no support from my grandparents. I was given a tiny bit of food to eat every day, and was left to occupy the rest of my time. Any friends I managed to make were often scared away by my grandmother, so I tended to spend my time alone. The lack of learned social skills made that worse over the years.
As I grew older, and started developing a personality, and having my own thoughts and ideas, she got worse. Any thoughts of mine were wrong, any ideas were stupid. My opinions didn't matter. Before long, I was afraid to speak out loud, to anyone else, if she was in the room.
I never got why the rest of my family let her push them around they way they did. I quickly stopped caring, and around the age of thirteen, would give as good as I got from her. She HATED being talked back to. Treated the way she treated me. So she spread lies to the rest of the family about me. Threatened to call the police, and have everyone else lie to them to get me taken away if I didn't step in line. My father and uncle, her children, are so ridiculously defensive of her, that it wouldn't surprise me at all if one day, she'd stab my grandfather, and have them jump to her defence.
On the topic of my grandfather, he's been, throughout my life, the only one to stand up for me. Even though, more often than not, she would force him to her side. But, ever since he retired, and their wealth started to dry up, she's turned her attention to him. A weaker, more vulnerable victim. One who couldn't do anything if he had enough of the abuse.
Ever since then, almost literally from the moment she woke up, to the moment she fell asleep, she would attack him constantly, over anything. The tone of his voice. What he said. His opinions. Anything, so long as she had something to bitch about. It, honestly, has been driving him insane.
After all these years he's on the verge of a meltdown. He's developed an impossibly short temper, and the moment there is any conflict of any kind nearby, he breaks down. He'll cover his face and try to block out EVERYTHING. He's admitted to becoming suicidal over the years. Though a few years back, he decided to snap back at her whenever she'd get abusive with him. This... Didn't help the rest of us.
Despite all that, my grandfather still claims to love her, even though she openly despises him, and the rest of us. If anyone tries to reason with him, or imply that she might not be a good person, he'll shut down all discussion.
Besides that, there are three things I feel the need to bring up. First.
My mother, who'd been missing since I was five, and found dead when I was sixteen. The one family member I can think of who had NEVER done me wrong. Not long after I found out about her death, my grandmother went out of her way to insult and attack her memory. My mother and I are native. I consider this a point of great pride, and my peoples' situation is a point of great anger. No matter what the context, when my people are brought up, my grandmother will go off on tirades, barely avoiding calling us savages. Even during news stories about, say, one of my people sheltering homeless animals during the winter.
Finally, my pets. All of whom, she's had put down. Years ago, my dog was getting old, when they floated the idea of putting her down. Which I was against. One day, I'd woken up, and my dog was gone. That same day, she goes off about how I never loved the poor thing.
I'm in no position to leave. Not permanently. I can't work anymore, and have to stay here. I was never taught any of the skills I'd need if I left, and don't know where to go to learn them. My only option is to stay, and make the most of things. So I have. I've repaired my relationships with the rest of the family, and things are looking up. But not with her. She gets worse every day.
The only times I ever see the family happy together is when she's out of the house, or we have company for her to act nice around. After all these years, I've tried everything to make things better. Nothing has worked. I'm at the end of my rope with her and her abuse. I can't even stand the sound of her voice.
I've needed a solution to this problem for ten years. I need one now. Because I can't deal with that terrible excuse for a human being anymore.