My 90-year-old grandma, whom I love deeply, has always been a strong-willed woman — and I’ve always admired that about her. But lately, it feels like she’s been taking advantage of my kindness, knowing I won’t refuse her. For years, I’ve been the one doing her grocery shopping. Every week, rain or shine, I’d head to the store, pick up everything she likes, and drop it off at her door. At first, I didn’t mind — she raised my mom and helped care for us when we were little. I wanted to repay her in some small way.
But over time, things started to shift. Her requests became more expensive — pricier brands, imported fruits, pastries from a bakery across town. Then she began calling me in the middle of my workday, insisting I bring her things “right now.”
