My Mom’s house was left like shit.

We should be there in a week and my aunt went over and took a peek for me. Said it reeks of cigarettes and dogs and he didn’t even try to clean. Shit everywhere.

That man is filth and he has completely disrespected my Mom and I the duration of knowing him. As much as I want revenge, I’m just glad he’s gone before it got worse. My aunt is being very cryptic which is so weird. I hate going back, but I have to fix the place up. I am still grateful for having a house, but dealing with my family again, being back East, it’s not gonna last long. They just treat you like shit and expect you to love it.

Life is weird. Sometimes it’s really hard to believe anyone. I believe in myself and trust that people will screw me over, I haven’t experienced it any other way.