Holding a Bag of Shit Again
Actually, it's blood money. It's torture money. It's money I used to save her child, who grew up to abuse and torture my children. I know one shouldn't see evil in a child, but I assure you that this one is very good at mind-games and excellent at making all of my children cry. Every day. Every time he's around them.
Then my little sister went and got another husband. This one loves to grab her arms, and screams at her sons ears. After four years, he kicked him out, and what do I get? I lost a renter, I lost a worker. Abuse is wrong. It's wrong when a child does it to another and it's wrong when a husband does it to his wife. It's great that he finally kicked the abusive fuck. Really.
But do I get off scott-free? Oh no! That would be too good. Now, I have to immediately fill a position which my sister used to do. She knows very well that my livelihood and business depends on it, but who gives a shit.
I am done with family. Nothing can screw you over like a family can, and it makes you angrier because it shouldn't happen. Aren't family supposed to love each other?