I Made Out With A Guy At My Grandpa’s Funeral

I Made Out With A Guy At My Grandpa’s Funeral


Hello! My name is Sarah, I am sixteen years old and
I hate my mom. Because my mother hates me and thinks that
I am a terrible person. But I am positive that I did nothing wrong! Mom believes that I am… a girl with low
morals, who lacks social responsibility. In reality, she said something much worse. I am just trying to put it nicely. As if her offensive words were not enough,
I also had to comply with my mother’s terrible ideas for how to turn me into a good girl. All this because I defiled my grandpa’s
funeral, taking a moment to be alone with my boyfriend. So, my story began with the death of my grandpa. Of course, this was a sad event, but I hardly
knew grandpa. When I saw him for the last time I was still
a little girl, so I was not overwhelmed by grief. But my mother was. When my grandpa had suffered from a stroke,
which became the cause of his death later, my mother left me alone and moved across the
country from the north to the south to stay with him. Of course, her concern for grandpa was understandable,
but before that, mom did not communicate with him at all. No greeting calls for birthdays, no packages
with presents for Christmas, nothing. I don’t think that there was any kind of
hostility between my mom and my grandpa, they both had a rather cold indifference toward
each other. …As soon as Mom has learned about his stroke,
she rushed to the clinic where grandpa was treated. She found out for herself that he was in terrible
shape, and took a plane back to get days off — to be able to take care of grandpa for
a long time. But while she settled everything at her work,
grandpa died. I had never seen my mother like this: she
cried, she literally tore her hair out, and blamed herself for everything. Mom called herself a terrible, inattentive,
and ungrateful daughter and got obsessed with the idea that the only way to make amends
for grandpa, at least a little, was to organize a wonderful funeral ceremony for him. To do this, she decided by all means, to get
all of our relatives together, who were scattered from Hawaii to Connecticut. I became the first victim of my mother’s
repentance plan. I was torn from the usual routine of my life
for almost a week! I had to leave school — and I love my school,
not because of studies, of course, but because of my friends. I had to give up all my plans for the upcoming
days to fly down South together with my mother. I wanted to stay at a hotel because I felt
uncomfortable staying in a place where somebody had just recently died, but my mother insisted
that we should stay at grandpa’s house. And then she began to tell me numerous stories
from her childhood and from grandpa’s younger years and show me all kinds of old things…
it was very tiring. I do not want to sound selfish, but I did
not understand how this was related to me? I was sorry that grandpa had died, I sympathized
with my mother, but all I wanted was to have a few days of rest and, of course, to go back
home. And when our numerous relatives started to
arrive, it only got worse. They all supported this hypocritical mourning
atmosphere, although most of them, just like me, had only seen grandpa just a couple of
times. My only salvation was Karl. He was my very distant cousin, he was several
years older than me, and before grandpa’s funeral, we hardly knew each other. Karl was stuck in exactly the same hopeless
situation as I was. We were the only ones who were about the same
age in this crowd of relatives, so we quickly found common ground. Every morning Karl and I ran away from the
others, chatted about everything in the world, and played games on his tablet together… Of course, if only anybody from the adults
would have found us, we would’ve been scolded for inappropriate behavior, but it was fun. And soon, Karl and I found out that we were
going to be stuck in this place for a long time. The thing was that after my grandpa’s death,
my mother accused the clinic where he was treated of negligence. It seemed that my mother was going to sue
them, trying to prove that grandpa failed to recover from a stroke because of mistreatment. Of course, there wasn’t a chance that she’d
win the case, but the charges triggered some kind of investigation. And now we could not get grandpa’s body
for the funeral. Can you imagine? Relatives arrived, everything needed for the
ceremony was arranged and paid for. Everything was prepared so that we could all
mourn at dear grandpa’s grave but there was nothing to put in it! Forgive me for my black humor, it was Karl
who helped me to see the situation from this angle and to come to terms with all this. Now the funeral was postponed for an unknown
number of days. Mom did not let any of the relatives go home,
so the atmosphere became more and more tense. And then, I realized that I had some feelings
for Karl. I don’t know how it turns out, but if you
find yourself in a confined space with a nice guy, you might have some kind of chemistry
with him. I did not have a boyfriend, so I did not see
anything wrong if something were to happen between us. The only thing I did not know at all was how
to make Karl understand that I had started to look at him as not just a witty and cool
friend? Fortunately … or maybe, on the contrary,
unfortunately, Karl was a smart guy and read my emotions very well. And he took the first opportunity that we
were left alone, to use the situation to our mutual benefit. It was the day when mom planned a new funeral
ceremony. No one was sure that we will be able to get
grandpa’s body this time, but my mother forced everyone to put their mourning clothes on,
forced all the hired staff to work again, and even rented a farewell hall. Mom was very busy with all these chores and
finally forgot about me. But Karl did not! He took my hand and dragged me into the neighboring
mourning hall which seemed closed at this time. There were a lot of coffins, fortunately empty,
so the sight of dead people did not spoil our newly born romantic mood. Karl started kissing me. It was a wonderful ten minutes of my life. But then our hideout was discovered by a hired
funeral hostess. I do not know what this vile voyeur thought,
but she did not interrupt Karl and I, and we were so passionate about each other that
we did not notice her. But my mother made sure we noticed her when
the hostess brought her into this room. Oh, before this moment, I did not know that
my mom was able to scream so loudly! And for some reason, she only yelled at me,
which allowed Karl to safely retreat. I was at a loss, so I hardly resisted when
my mother grabbed me by my mourning dress collar and dragged me back into the hall. After that, she continued to yell at me and
call me bad words in front of the crowd of our relatives! We avoided an even bigger drama only because
grandpa’s body had finally arrived. So the old man did do something good for me
after all. On the next day, our relatives started to
depart, and Karl, too, had to leave. I understood that after this indecency, he
would probably feel uncomfortable talking with me in the presence of others, so I was
glad that he had managed to leave me his phone number. I really had some feelings for this guy and
was seriously hoping that he could become my boyfriend. Mom did not talk to me for several days. Basically, we didn’t talk to each other until
we flew back home. And then my mom repeated everything she was
thinking about me once again! I no longer wanted to listen to these insults,
so I just ran off to my room and slammed the door loudly. The next day, I found out that I was under
house arrest. Mom was still on vacation, so she decided
to take me to school and pick me up right after class. I was burning with shame, but I just did not
know what to do with it. Also, I no longer had access to the Internet
— my mother set a new password, which I could not figure out. She also took my smartphone from me, replacing
it with some kind of ancient mobile phone, so I lost Karl’s number and couldn’t text
him. I had to endure all this for my supposedly
shameless and indulgent behavior. But my mother herself understood that all
these restrictions were ineffective. Several weeks passed, and I had the opportunity
to eavesdrop on one of my mother’s conversations — she rarely talked to anyone on the phone,
so I guessed that this was probably important. And then I heard that my mother was going
to send me to a private boarding school! I was so shocked that I immediately gave myself
away and demanded an explanation from my mother. Mom calmly confirmed everything to me: yes,
she had chosen a good and, most importantly, a for-girls-only school for me. Everything was already arranged, and she just
had to make the first installment payment for me to start studying there. I tried to protest! I loved my school, I loved my friends, I didn’t
want to go to some terrible institution surrounded by barbed wire! But my mother just repeated all those nasty
things about me that she considered to be true and added that the girls’ school would
only do me good. At the end of our conversation, she reminded
me that I was a minor and that I could not go against her. But I decided to try. I was a minor, right, but I already had a
driver’s license. And mom had an old car in the garage, which
she had been planning to sell for a long time. At night I took a few things, got out of the
house, and just drove away from this place. I had Karl’s address, he lived in a neighboring
state, so I went to see him. I drove all night and all day and by the next
night, I managed to find Karl’s house. I could not warn him about my visit, so I
decided to surprise him. But a surprise was awaiting ME at Karl’s
house – instead of the boyfriend of my dreams, a pretty young girl opened the door for me! And, unlike me, she was not his cousin. It turned out that Karl wasn’t single! When he found out the reason for my visit,
he got so mad that he personally phoned my mother and told her to come and pick me up. My escape failed and my heart was broken! Returning home in the back seat of the car,
I realized that I would not be able to avoid the private boarding school, and I told my
mother that I hated her. And my mom told me the same.

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  1. Why does this remind of that scene in A Simple Favor where the girl hooked up with her half brother after meeting him at her dad's funeral 😬

  2. You just said you sympathy your mom but you didn't even show even 1 moment were you sympathetic….😒😒😒😒

  3. I don’t understand why this channel keeps telling incest stories between cousins, like wth are they trying to do? Sympathize with the main characters and promote incest? Disgusting Some of the stories are too crazy to believe

  4. I don’t care if you never really remember your grandpa, I don’t care if you have plans with your friends, I don’t care if you thought your cousin is cute and like, like him, but you respect your grandpa no matter what lady! JeEz lOuiS mAn!!!

  5. Video – She literally tore her hair out!
    Me – Pulling out my hair because of the boy I sit next to in math class.

  6. How could this MOOTHEEER, Hate her own daughter like that, and why would this CAARRLL guy betray and hate Sarah like that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🔥😠😡😤💥🔥😠😡😤💥!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  7. Well, her mother is not wrong tho. Who likes to know that her daughter is making out with her COUSIN at her GRANDPA'S funeral. Girl, pls have a respect for the dead even though you barely know him but you're still part of his family and don't forget, karma is bi***

  8. "A girls school will only do you good" Now listen up missy for you to be nice will do you good🤦‍♀️

  9. I thought that she was sad bc her granpa's death and that her boyfreend was kissing her to make her feel better…

  10. Its not boyfriend its ur cousin and that's disgusting!! U are a terrible person and really selfish and spoilt! U should have been there for ur mom instead of cribbing like that! Really irresponsible and thankless child..not because u made out but because of how thankless and rude u were all the time in ur chat about ur mom and grandfather both!

  11. I can see it from your perspective but you need to see it from your moms perspective, she ist greeving…like HARD and you just decided to make out with a guy at his funeral! Just imagine how she would feel. I do think its a bit overboard with the only girls boarding school though.

  12. Also, did she compleatly forget that they are COUSINS?!

    Her: Omg it was Magical
    Me: Hes ur cousin how magical can it actually be

  13. Actually its nature to want to have sex after someone dies it’s to repopulate. But definitely not at the funeral but maybe it’s your way of grieving

  14. Well I hate your mother too, I wishh I could help you but I can't, what a terrible mother, if your mother reads this then let her know thats she go live homeless on the streets

  15. You at lest saw your grapa I am the only one in my family that did not see hem or even when I wus a new born

  16. Anyone else who came straight to the comments to see what people say about her boyfriend being her own cousin?

  17. C'mon I mean that's just disrespectful even if u didn't know him that well it's just wrong…
    Her: I don't mean to be selfish
    Me: u are selfish

  18. Her: I did not see anything wrong if something were to happen between us
    me: I do, he's your cousin

  19. "I didnt have a boyfriend so I didn't see anything wrong with the situation"
    …. HE'S YOUR COUSIN DUDE

  20. Girls: boys when to jupiter to get more stupider and girls when to college to get more knowledge
    Boys: um we have einstine hawkings and more intellegents
    Um we males even created wifi
    U should thank us well not us but the ones who bring life on earth

  21. 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩: *𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥*

    𝘔𝘦: 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺?

    𝘐𝘵𝘴'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦! Ღ

  22. I hate when parents try to turn their children into the “perfect” children when kids have dreams and ambitions, sometimes it’s really hard to understand that situations like this are hard, especially if it’s a family member’s funeral, but Sarah doesn’t want to go a dumb All Girl’s School!!! That isn’t right!!!

  23. Girl you is dumb how you going to go to a boys house you should have new he was scAm he walk out the room and did not sand up for you

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