Roses are white
Nightlock is blue
It’s called Catching Fire
NOT HUNGER GAMES 2
Roses are white
Nightlock is blue
It’s called Catching Fire
NOT HUNGER GAMES 2
MY BUS STOPPED AT A CROSSROADS ON GABRIEL STRT AND I WAS LISTENING TO CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THEN I LOOKED TO MY RIGHT AND THERE WAS A MOTHER FUCKING 67 CHEVY IMPALA I THINK I ACCIDENTLY SUMMONED A WINCHESTER
Me: Okay, I can do this. It’s just the other eye.
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.
Hey guys. I’m sorry I stopped talking and kinda poofed. Things have been a bit hectic of late for me.
First, I’ve been really ill.
Second, WoW stole my soul for a while because I found a new server to dink around on when I’m not on Feathermoon. Just for reference: my main server is Horde Feathermoon. I have a guild and I’m part of an awesome guild too. Ask for details. Wyrmrest Accord I am Alliance side, though I think I have ONE Horde character. Not entirely sure. I’m inactive on Moon Guard due to idiocy there and I dunno if I’ll go back. My newest realm is Shadow Council, and I’m Alliance over there. I have a worgen heavy RP guild that’s just getting started [other races welcome though].
Third, I’ve been busy on OMFG [check it out here, if you want an awesome, laid back, but fun and serious RP site - check out the page I have about it on my profile] and I’ve also been setting up or maintaining forums for others that I host.
Fourth, and this is actually the really big one, there’s been a lot of BS going on with my family which has required me to be on the phone with my mother. A bit of background - I have a phobia of talking on the phone. I can do skype okay, but phones are just.. I get sick even thinking about it. I make myself deal for specific people, but it’s damn hard. Anyway, my mother had to call about my grandmother, who died very recently. She’s been ill for a while and we’ve known it was coming. But things went to hell in the last bit. See, my dad has two siblings and one niece. They’re not the nicest family, and have actually been kind of dickish and judgmental from the get-go. This isn’t cool, but we deal.
Here’s the deal now though: they didn’t tell us she was dying. They told us 2 days AFTER it happened. Originally there wasn’t going to be any sort of wake or even an obit, but they changed their minds on that. More on that later. Dad didn’t even get to have closure and say goodbye. It wasn’t a matter of lack of time to tell him - they had time to fly my cousin in from Cali and we’re IN TOWN. My mom and dad are also the only ones who’ve really done anything to ensure grandma had quality of life. My damn uncle just came here occasionally to make himself look good.
But they closed ranks against dad - and he’s never been a favorite anyhow. Dad and I don’t get along. In fact, I’ve considered cutting him out of my life entirely several times because he refuses to acknowledge me for who I am and uses a demeaning nickname that makes me feel 6 years old. He’s outed me in public as trans* before, and that’s not good. Especially not where I live. But no one deserves this. He should have been able to say goodbye. I have my differences with mom and dad, but this has just been… *shakes head*
It gets better though. They tried to have a huge catered get together for grandma’s friends and family, but no one really came. Thing is, while I loved grandma and know that she showed love in the only way she knew how - by giving money - she wasn’t always a very nice person. She was incredibly prejudiced against people of other races/nationalities. She was an unpleasant neighbor, and when you add that to the fact that my uncle and cousin are terrors in their own right? No one came. I chose to stay away and honor her memory in my own way rather than subject myself or Kelli to them. Who knows? They might have been more pleasant to me, because I’m the black sheep in MY family, and I’m closer to their own values than mom and dad and my sister are.
But things don’t end there. I wish they did. The house is being sold, and the estate divided between the siblings and grandchildren. Yes, including me. I’ll get to that later. Grandma lived in a fairly expensive area. She had money, and her house is full of china dolls that she made herself when she was well. They’re worth a fair bit. Dad offered to get someone that he knows to appraise them and get them sold [there’s just too many for us to keep and only a few anyone wants anyhow] for the best prices possible. My uncle bit his head off. Was awful, from what I understand.
My family [mom, dad, me, and my sis] was going to take a trip to the house to do a walk through to see if there was anything right off that we wanted that wasn’t being sold for the estate. Originally it was just going to be us, no dumbass uncle who’s being a jerkoff or other greedy vultures hovering to make sure we didn’t ‘steal’ anything. Well, since the conversation with the dolls, he’s decided that we aren’t allowed to go through and pick even a few things out unless he is there. And there’s no way in hell I’m setting foot anywhere near him. I’ll punch him. So there’s no keepsakes coming. All I wanted was a doll, but I’ll not get even that. It’s not worth risking my mental well being over, and I’d not be able to take Kelli with because my family is assholish. It’s not like the uncle or cousin are going to object - they’re both in same sex relationships, and don’t really care about anything with the LGBT community, but I’m ‘shameful’ to my parents, so they hide it whenever possible. Probably a good thing we couldn’t go. I hate being mis-gendered, and I HATE the name my adoptive family gave me. I’m Alexander James and always will be.
Anyhow, they’re being a bit unpleasant with the money. We don’t know how much there is in any of the accounts [there are several] and my cousin packed up a TON of things from the house in these pod things they rented and shipped it off to California. I doubt it’s going to be an equal distribution even if my uncle says it is.
There is one good thing out of this though: I get a fair amount more percentage wise than I was expecting. I don’t know how much it will be, but I know it includes whatever the house goes for, once debts are paid. That house is worth at least 220k - that’s the cheapest house in the area and hers is in better repair AND bigger.
Guys, I don’t know how much money it is… and I don’t want to seem greedy.. but I am really hoping it’s an amount that will allow me to get one or two of the surgeries I need to be myself. They’re expensive and life altering… but they’d make me feel so much better. If it’s the amount I’m /thinking/ it may be, it’d also be enough to pay down all but my student loans, so I’d be almost out of debt. It’d be so much help. I can’t help but hope. :/
But yeah. That’s what’s been keeping me busy. There’s also been another death - my uncle by marriage on that side of the family, but I barely knew him. My aunt [the one who just lost her husband] is also poorly and is lashing out, so that’s bad… and then there’s my grandfather. He and grandma [the one who just died] divorced years ago, so I had 2 sets of grandparents on that side of the family. Only dad’s parents were left, the second spouses of both died a while back. but grandpa’s now ill, and they don’t expect him to last the week - he wasn’t supposed to last the past week either, but did - and things just went to hell on that side of the family.
Mom’s side of the family isn’t much better. My grandpa’s dying and they’re not sure how long he’ll be around. His heart is failing, and he’s quite weak. He had issues with his second wife [now ex] being abusive and a total bitch [I have never liked her], and she tried to get back and manipulate him while he wasn’t all there. Mom and her siblings caught on and stopped it, but… it’s just been bad. His heart is so bad he can’t handle more than two or so people at a time without being exhausted. He’s moving in with one of my aunts and I have to walk through his condo to see if there’s anything I would like that the siblings haven’t asked for next week. I have to go without Kelli, and I’m not looking forward to it. I’m not shaving, and I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not anymore. I won’t do it. I shouldn’t have to worry because grandpa and the others should already be gone by the time we go to his place.
It’s just really shitty timing. I had three out of six grandparents for a good couple years, but all of the sudden they’re just going fast - first grandma and dad’s side, now grandpa’s pretty much gone… and mom’s dad [the grandpa I’m closest to] is so bad they don’t think he’ll last longer.
I dunno. It’s a sad year this year. We lost grandma, and pretty much that whole side of the family because of their behavior, and yeah. :/
So that’s that. I’ve been really busy with family drama, trying to get paperwork filled out for taxes for Kelli, and also for the estate so I can get my part [otherwise it goes to the state], and basically just… /keels over