dear grandmother,
I love you, I do. But I can't handle being around you. Sorry I'm not who you want me to be, and sorry I'm not perfect. But I can't handle you constantly ragging on me, constantly bringing me down. It's gotten so bad that I just expect to be furious every time I see you.
I am not looking forward to spending Christmas at your house. I can't handle the high stress, or the freaking out about everything, or being pressured into exclaiming excitedly over everything I get, even if it's deodorant or something silly like that. Honestly, calm down woman! Stop making yourself the victim of every situation and get over yourself! You drive me literally insane and it's bad, I know. I hope you know that you've been doing lately is literally destroying our relationship. I hate being at your house. I hate being in your presence. I hate it. And I'm sorry I do, I just can't help it any longer.
Oh, and shut up about the cat. She's not your angel kitty. She's not the baby kitty. She's not even a kitty. And she can't hear you when you talk baby talk to her. So stop. It makes me want to rip my hair out.
love,
your frustrated "favorite" granddaughter