angola
my father called me the other day with a "business proposition". it seems that he wants me to move out to the lake.
now, the lake is something that is near and dear to my heart. i grew up on the beaches of point breeze, and biking through the streets of angola... going to chicks to bowl and eat with my grandfather... wandering up and down the beach at 5am with bags and my grandfather, singing songs and making $10 a day in empties.
i don't know... but i really loved it. don't judge me :P
so, anyways, my father tells me that i can completely move in and all i have to do is take care of the cable bill. my grandmother will arange for all th eother expenses to be paid... but my father wants to stay out there when he comes on his days off.
that's fine, i can deal with that.
he then, in the same breath, tells me that candy, my cousin, is filing for divorce.
candy is a cousin of mine who has lived most of her life in her mother's house... she has 4 kids, and really no job. she is my father's neice, a child to my father's only elder brother... who has allegedly exploited my grandparents for the last 20 or so years. they allegedly bought my grandparents house and paid about 1000 on the balance over the last 10 years. these relatives allegedly also haven't seen my grandmother in 6 months, even though she's been in the hospital with a bowel obstruction... and allegedly candy hasn't been out to see my grandmother in a year or so.
i say allegedly because i don't know... i only hear stories from my father. i am, by far, not an ideal son or grandson. i do what i want, when i want and wind my way through my families, carefully balancing my emotional and social connection with them against my own gain. again, don't judge me... you do it too. my thresholds are just much lower than some people's.
so, back to the topic at hand, i know what's in store... if i move in officially, she can't... my father gets to keep his "weekend place" to live.
now, the lake is something that is near and dear to my heart. i grew up on the beaches of point breeze, and biking through the streets of angola... going to chicks to bowl and eat with my grandfather... wandering up and down the beach at 5am with bags and my grandfather, singing songs and making $10 a day in empties.
i don't know... but i really loved it. don't judge me :P
so, anyways, my father tells me that i can completely move in and all i have to do is take care of the cable bill. my grandmother will arange for all th eother expenses to be paid... but my father wants to stay out there when he comes on his days off.
that's fine, i can deal with that.
he then, in the same breath, tells me that candy, my cousin, is filing for divorce.
candy is a cousin of mine who has lived most of her life in her mother's house... she has 4 kids, and really no job. she is my father's neice, a child to my father's only elder brother... who has allegedly exploited my grandparents for the last 20 or so years. they allegedly bought my grandparents house and paid about 1000 on the balance over the last 10 years. these relatives allegedly also haven't seen my grandmother in 6 months, even though she's been in the hospital with a bowel obstruction... and allegedly candy hasn't been out to see my grandmother in a year or so.
i say allegedly because i don't know... i only hear stories from my father. i am, by far, not an ideal son or grandson. i do what i want, when i want and wind my way through my families, carefully balancing my emotional and social connection with them against my own gain. again, don't judge me... you do it too. my thresholds are just much lower than some people's.
so, back to the topic at hand, i know what's in store... if i move in officially, she can't... my father gets to keep his "weekend place" to live.