What happened to the house your grandparents left you?
My mom rented it out to a woman and now she is moving out of it and the people living in my apartment who are moving tomorrow- into a new house- that’s the house they’re moving into.
My parents sold the house to these people.
I thought it was left to you, under your name?
What happened to the house your grandparents left you?
My mom rented it out to a woman and now she is moving out of it and the people living in my apartment who are moving tomorrow- into a new house- that’s the house they’re moving into.
My parents sold the house to these people.
I thought it was left to you, under your name?
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What happened to the house your grandparents left you?
My mom rented it out to a woman and now she is moving out of it and the people living in my apartment who are moving tomorrow- into a new house- that’s the house they’re moving into.
My parents sold the house to these people.
I thought it was left to you, under your name?
It was discussed with the family and they decided it would benefit everyone better if they sold it
my uncle and my sister were a large part of that equation as well as my nephew.
that was a trade off i had to make in order to get them to agree to the apartment
What happened to the house your grandparents left you?
My mom rented it out to a woman and now she is moving out of it and the people living in my apartment who are moving tomorrow- into a new house- that’s the house they’re moving into.
My parents sold the house to these people.
I thought it was left to you, under your name?
It was discussed with the family and they decided it would benefit everyone better if they sold it
my uncle and my sister were a large part of that equation as well as my nephew.
that was a trade off i had to make in order to get them to agree to the apartment
So was it left to you or not?
What happened to the house your grandparents left you?
My mom rented it out to a woman and now she is moving out of it and the people living in my apartment who are moving tomorrow- into a new house- that’s the house they’re moving into.
My parents sold the house to these people.
I thought it was left to you, under your name?
It was discussed with the family and they decided it would benefit everyone better if they sold it
my uncle and my sister were a large part of that equation as well as my nephew.
that was a trade off i had to make in order to get them to agree to the apartment
So was it left to you or not?
Yeah but dude, my uncle and my mother, it’s their father. He just died. It was sudden and really tragic. She wasn’t ready to sell it, but she wasn’t ready to let me move into it and renovated it like we discussed i wanted to do.
It was a really emotional thing, and i decided it would be too sad to live in the home that both my grandparents essentially died in. I couldn’t deal with that energy depression wise...
my uncle needed the money because he was between jobs at the time and my sister needs help too she has a kid and shit. So i did what was best for everyone and gave my parents total reign because i felt like it was the right thing to do.
They were just really sad... i didn’t wanna touch it honestly.. it would of been a huge area of contention it just.. felt super wrong. It was, really really sad the way he died.
Also speaking of your sister, how fucked up is she?
My sisters alright she’s really shy/quiet. Amazing artist though. But like, she doesn’t speak much at all. My parents realized her amazing athletic talent at a very young age and put her into sports of all sorts. She excelled in one particular one and they pursued that avenue with her hard core all through to her adult hood and, uh went all the way to the olympics.
But at the last minute, as she was training for the Olympics, she quit everything and dropped out.
And recoiled into art and music, her true passions. And she said she just wanted a normal life. She didn’t want, all that shit. That was my moms dream not hers. She was just doing what they made her do but.
She finally was fuck this imma do what I want and, went to art school and, got involved with all that shit instead.
She’s an amazingly talented and kind, soft, gentle- quiet person. Anyway she met some guy and ran off with him, and yeah. She’s always been, away. For one reason or another. The singling that’s never home. So I haven’t gotten a chance to know her that well between that and her quiet distant shy personality.
But yeah uh, my parents... the way they see it is that they fucked up with her by being too easy, and negligent. Like, jus leaving her to her own devices. So they cracked down on me much harder in an effort to resurrect what they viewed as mistakes they made with her. She went a little wild at times, partied and such. Drugs. Psychedelics. Bad crowds.
As far as like abuse, i think my parents went easier on her because of her learning disability. They know she’s not that “smart” and give her leeway to make mistakes, and don’t expect, her to always, get it and, to be perfect. Becaucse of her obliviousness, you know not very “street smart” as they say, she doesn’t realize it when people are taking advantage of her. When my dad yells at her she doesn’t fight back or get angry at him she just curls up into a ball and cries. I know when she was a child he used to put her cigarettes out on her, I don’t know why. My dad is just a messed up person.
As a result she just kind of has daddy issues for sure. Classic daddy issues. Runs into the arms of men who are just like him unfortunately, and who don’t treat her that well. It’s, really sad. Really really sad. She doesn’t realize what she gets herself into because of these complexes.
But yeah she does run a successful business despite everything, and she has what she wants which is the normal life, and a son. I think she just desperately wants a husband that loves her and that’s what she cares about or wants most out of life than anything is just, a man. Like she’s obsessed with boys or whatever and chases them and does everything for them. She orients her entire life around them because it’s what matters most to her. And she’s content with that.
Though she does care about art and music a lot, she cares about the man that loves her more. Unfortunately he just has some weird ass ways of showing it. He’s also a severe addict. She desperately wants to fix him I think and, she’s very submissive to him... idk. It’s just, your typical enabler-addict relationship... in every sense of the word.
Things me and my sister have in common,
we both like starbucks, and we both think our parents are nuts.
We talk about it sometimes.
And her husband noticed me and her sleep the same way. Her our arms clenched to our chest, like a mummy.
He thought it was odd we sleep in the *exact* same position. It’s as if we are protecting our chests.
But other than that we are pretty much opposites. Oh and the music thing, we are both into music and sometimes we jam together. Or if she starts painting, i will start painting too. And Vs. we spur each other on in that way.
We even played live together a few times and things like that. Or recorded and things like that together a lot.
Our voices sound really good together so we’ve been told, and the chemistry on the stage when we play together is better than any live playing experience i’ve Had with any band mates or whoever, with any audience in any scenario.
The audience actually gets engaged and you can tell they like it, i mean, they clap along to the beat and things. There is something magical about when we play together.
She wants to continue recording more music and still dreams of meeting her idol Jack White. other idols of hers are bob Dylan and,.. Elliot smith and... bright eyes.
She was who introduced me to the Beatles as a child and, when she wasn’t around i would steal her CD player and jam out to the white album alone in her room XD
but she hated me going in her room :P you know, older sibling stuff.
She still steals all my clothes. Hahah
she used to smoke but she quit. She also used to take Prozac but quit that too. I know she’s done DXM and shrooms and smoked weed a lot. She’s kind of a hippie as is her husband.
Her boyfriend grew up in a van. I mean, it dosn’t Get more hippie than that. For Christmas, he baked us bread. As a gift. We thought it was very weird but, to a hippie that’s normal. Lol he is a strange dude
Whatever devils are preying on me I pray they leave me be.
I want nothin to do with anyone anymore, I'm tired of being hurt by the uncaring, and unkind people of the world.
I just want nothin to do with anyone anymore.
I’m so goddamn tired
These sorts of mantras become self-feeding.
Have you ever tried those like... self-affirmation tapes?
