My Grandmother... I hate her.

I asked my Grandma today if she believed me when I said that my uncle molested me for three years. She rolled her eyes, and long story short answered with, "When you first told me, I believed you, but I don't anymore." I've tried to supress it, to forgive him, to find light in what happened, and despite her raising me, I've lost all respect for her. This isn't for attention, I just need to tell someone. This week has been so stressful, and now this shit...