So, for slightly over a year, I have shared a home with my father and step mother. Scroll down a few posts to see the main reason why.
…Did you read the post with a similar name? Good, now here’s all the bullshit that’s been added to the pile that has somehow become my life.
For the last seven years, I have had this on again, off again live with father and his wife scenario going on. I’ve lived with them, moved out but stayed close, lived with them again and moved out again. This was due to financial reasons. Both parties were better off when sharing the bills and such…financially. Emotionally, I was, and still am a ticking time bomb. Lately, I’ve gotten tired of the shit thrown my way all because I had to the good guy and grin and bear it. In the last seven years, I have moved nine times, been in ten different houses and a duplex. There was a mooching niece(step mother’s granddaughter), four landlords who did not want to do their jobs, a kitchen corner that I had to sleep in, a basement infested with bugs that flooded three times that I slept in, a hallway three feet away from a bathroom that I slept in, on a twin mattress shoved in the corner. There’s more, but it’s mentioned in a previous post or two.
Recently, being the decent person I am, I agreed to move in with my grandmother on my father’s side, with my father and his wife of course. This was after my wonderful aunt was booted out. Apparently, she had been stealing money and meds from grandma and grandpa for herself, and half the groceries bought for them went to her jailbird son who was out of prison, but got sent back a few days ago. She put her stealing into high gear after grandpa died. The move happened back in November. Three out five of the kids(one aunt and two uncles) put their heads together and came up with a plan. That plan was to screw my father, his wife and me over by guilting us into moving up here. Oh sure, there was talk of us living with grandma until she passed, and us getting the place. Apparently that was a ruse. The two uncles and one aunt knew she would throw a fit and want to be put into a home, thus requiring the house to be sold to pay for her to live there…if it was in her name. It’s in one of the uncle’s names but he has a lawyer on retainer for some drama his daughter went through with some state official’s son and according to him, if he doesn’t get rid of the house he can’t get a condo in Florida because apparently a person can’t have two properties in their name(he’s giving his house to his daughter). I’m not a lawyer, but I call bullshit on that.
Adding to the shit pile, my screw up aunt is talking to grandma again thanks to the other nosy aunt who lives in fucking Oregon, thousands of miles away. Now she’s got it in grandma’s head that she should move back here and let her move back in too. Grandma claims to have alzheimer’s, and she does, only it’s not that bad. She gets a bit confused, but she remembers everything she’s said, and flipping out. She knows she’s pretty much started more drama that may fuck us over.
So, come March, we’re going to be moving for the tenth time. There is a small silver lining though. We’re going with a rent-to-own option this time. Hopefully, this is the last move for quite a few years.
Summary of everything that’s happened in the last eight months:
-The Grandma(my mom’s side) that played a major part in raising me died.
-War Hero Grandpa(dad’s side) whom I respected quite a lot died.
-Grandpa(mom’s side) that played a major part in raising me( I shucked corn, snapped green beans and picked vegetables from the garden with him on a regular basis) died.
-Moved twice.
-Dealt with mass quantities of family drama.
Yeah…it’s been a shitty year all around.
