I know this sounds bad,but hear me out. For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be with my G-MA. She always said we had a special bond and it really felt like that for me too. However, as I got older, I got more quiet and reserved at home. I would prefer being alone in my room. It took me years to figure out what the problem was. I would talk to my friends about the things she would to me or the names she would call me. I honestly thought it was normal. But my friends looked at me strangely and kept telling it wasn't normal. Some examples was that she would make fun of my feet. I have fungal toenails and my feet get dry easily and peel. I've been dealing with it since I was a kid and it didn't bother me at first but the more she joked about them, the more I insecure I got about it. (I am now so insecure about them that I never show them in public unless they are painted and I've moisturized them thoroughly.) She also made it a habit of making fun of weight. I've had a belly since I was a kid and once it really started showing, the jokes started. (I am very insecure about my stomach and I'm just now learning to accept it and show it off more.) Those are just some examples. She would also judge and degrade me. She's called me stupid, she's called me crazy etc. She also loved to compare me to other people. (It got to the point that I barely celebrate any accomplishments I've made. It took me months to mention I was on the Dean's list because I genuinely forgot about it. It didn't feel like a big deal.) After I started getting help, I realized that I was depressed most of my childhood and didn't know it. As I talked more about my life, my depression seemed to revolve around her. Sometime last year, I decided to confront her about after she tried to guilt trip me for not keeping in contact with her. (This has happened several times and I always took the blame. Mind you, she never made an effort to keep in contact with me either.) It's like something snapped in me. I brought up the years of abuse she put me through and how it affects me even after years. I knew what response I would get but I just couldn't stop. And just like I knew she would, she refused to take responsibility and tried to blame other people, including me. She went as far as to call me a liar. I brought up how she threatened to "take me out" after a post I made on Facebook for trans-rights. She made up a whole story about the FBI watching certain pages and that it could put some of my family in danger. The person she mentioned the most was her brother (my great uncle who I love with all my heart) to try to justify why she thought threatening me was a reasonable response. (I didn't tell my uncle about it because I know he would curse her out so bad and probably never help her out financially again.) After confronting her about her threats, she denied it ever happened. When I showed her the messages, she tried to justify it. I decided I wasn't wanting to deal with it anymore. I told her I was done talking about it and haven't spoken to her since. What makes me think I may be in the wrong is when I talked to my dad (her son)about it. He supported my decision but brought up when she had surgery and seeing the equipment she was hooked up to. It made me question if I really want to keep her out my life when she doesn't have much time left on this earth. So, AITAH because I stopped talking with my G-MA even though she raised me?

P.S. I'm sorry about any errors and the formatting and if it seems unorganized. I decided to do this last minute so I was just going off of what was popping into my head.