My poor house...

So I came home from work after having my one class. Boxes are everywhere in the house. The house feels all littered and just cluttered and, well it's a frustrating feeling really. But hey at least this means we have friends coming to live. New people. More life. There's not enough life in this old place anymore. It'll be nice to have it more filled up.

I guess I should explain a bit about how I managed to come about buying a house, and being a home owner at the age of 22.  Well, almost 22, my birthday's next month so I feel alright saying 22.

I grew up in a small family. My parents and Aiden's parents were always very close. We always hung out and everyone new everyone.  Grandparents were close and everything. Well, I have a sister. She is one of those born again Christians that even Christians hate. You know, the ones that aren't even Christian because they judge and hate everything? Yeah one of those. Note, that I was raised i a Pagan household. My parents are Pagan and my grandparents were Pagan and so on and so forth. My parents were accepting and loving of my sister as were my grandparents. Everyone was happy and things were hunky dory.

Then I came out as being gay. My sister's 6 years older than me. She had already graduated high school at this time and was working to live her own life. Found a man, settled down, had kids. Then she finds out I'm gay and goes bat shit insane and disowns me as family. My parents and grandparents aren't happy and kinda fight her on it but try and keep the peace. Aiden's parents... well Aiden's parents stuck to themselves because, well Aiden was always gay. We always knew he was gay and we were always alright. My sister was fine with that. I guess it's when her family got involved in the 'filth' that it wasn't as okay? Or maybe she thinks it'd reflect badly on us.

It basically came down to it getting really all out bad and started tearing our families apart.... then my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. For a short time we all lived in peace visiting my grandfather spending as much time with him. It was terminal. they gave him a few months to a year.  To make a long story short, my sister turned on me and Aiden and started blaming us. saying God's punishing grandfather because we're gay. This was just.. insane and the families exploded in arguing again. everyone was against my sister. My sister only against Aiden and me. It was a down right mess. We prefer not to talk about it but I think it's time I talked about it and moved on.

So grandfather was ticked off about this. Not happy and he told her flat out "I know who is being removed from my will then" Sister had a field day with that. And pissed us off even more. (sorry for the cursing but it still really makes me mad, I tend to not use curse words unless I'm angry and... i'm rambling apologies) Apparently in the end it became apparent that my sister was only hanging onto any of us because of my grandfather's money. Grandfather said he was going to give her share to Aiden. You know what happened then? Take a wild guess.

She turned on Aiden. She threatened his life. She said she was going to kill him that God had plans for her money from grandfather and a dirty 'fag' like him didn't deserve any of it. God deserved the money for the good of God's children. It was... it was really ugly. What was even uglier? When she actual hired people to try and kill Aiden. Her boyfriend at the time and several guys he knew jumped Aiden when he and I were on a date one night. And, well it was an ugly mess. I was scared for Aiden's life he was hurt so bad. The things thugs do for some money right? they were all promised shares of the money she'd be given Funny cause she didn't even have any. When they found out she'd been removed from the will. Yeah guess who they turned in.

So sister was convicted. She was gonna do jail time. But no, you know what she did? she too the 'Christian' way out. The day they were going to take her off to the clink she comes over to where Aiden and I were and says that she's doing this for 'God' she shot Aiden. Fucking shot Aiden. and... then me... and then turned it on herself...  Obviously we were both alright. she was trembling and had bad aim. Aiden was hurt worse than me (I'm guessing the thought of taking her brother's life was too much). i only got it in the shoulder. Aiden got it in the stomach. she waisted no time to be sure she didn't suffer.... and... yeah...

I don't know how I got onto this subject.... but it was a long time ago. Well not long... basically after this happened my grandfather felt it was his fault. He left everything to me. EVERYTHING. This house, his money everything was left to me with a note saying to take care of Aiden. He was happy for us. He loved Aiden and... yeah now I'm missing my Pop pop. But at least you all know how I became a home owner at the age of 22.

Specifics on the house? It's huge.  I'll leave it at that. We've got Taben and Ryan moving in and taking the second master bedroom (there were three in this house) Allen will be taking the room he always stays in when they stay the night. And there are still three bedrooms left for guests. Each master bedroom has a bathroom of it's own and then there's a half bath. Huge den. Large basement that expands the full length of the house. it's a two story monster.

and i'm really worked up now... so i'm gonna stop here. I'm gonna go help they guys. If I help then we'll have the last loads over here and it's just the furniture that need dealing with. I'm going. I need to calm down. And apologies to Aiden. Felt kinda good to get this out.