My great aunt just told my Gramma (so that I could clearly hear) that someone (which means me or my mother; probably me) has been going into her room and stealing her things. I'm 22. WTH would I want with an 84 year old woman's things?! My mother LIVES here. The only time we go into my aunt's room is to get my grandmother's medication that is stored in there. I'm about to have Mom store it in her room so that I don't have to go in there anymore. I always ask to enter. I think she's just misplacing things and blaming the fact that she can't find them on us.
My job here is stressful enough. I care for my grandmother who has advanced dementia, who never remember who I am, let alone that she helped raise me, and sometimes becomes violent. I don't need someone accusing me of things with no evidence to back it up. If she keeps up these accusations, I'm going to go off. Everything that goes wrong here is my fault, automatically. Must be Jenn! She's here the least, and never here to DEFEND HERSELF. Look, I'm sorry you're bitter about your life. Not my fault. I wasn't born yet. Let me do my job, and please, leave me the hell alone!