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My Life

My problems didn't really start until 1st grade I was about 6 - 7 years old at the time money was getting tight around the house and that's when I learned my mother, who is actually my grandmother stole thousands from her work throughout the years, we didn't really see any of this money, though from what I hear from my grandfather my grandmother is a cleptomaniac and stole from places constantly for her crimes she got two years in Prison, we visited her constantly although it always lead to my Sister/Aunt Danielle crying I hate to sound like a dick, but that didn't really raise anyone's spirits especially my grandfather's who was going through a host of troubles trying to pay off all these extra bills with a missing income, on one of our trips to the prison my grandfather tossed his wedding ring out the car window that's when I knew it was over, when those two years were up a lot more problems were on the way especially when my recently freed grandmother started making demands to go out drinking every night, my grandmother made a fake excuse to stay away from the house and take advantage of her stepson by living with him through that excuse, when she returned that's when the fighting happened which eventually lead to a divorce with no money and a cancer scare with my grandfather we depended on my Great Aunt's generosity and took off to Wisconsin for the entire summer although I enjoyed the countryside I grew homesick and from there we returned to pick up the shambles of our life, we stayed with my actual mother for a few months until we could afford the apartment next to her, years passed and we took in my Aunt/Sister Danielle and her boyfriend to help them get onto their feet after they had their first child they eventually moved and took my mother's old apartment and moved around a few times in those years, our Landlord who lived downstairs he had a son who got out of prison after robbing a store with his late mother he eventually moved in with his father destroying a bunch of things we worked to make for the poor old man, sadly our Landlord passed due to liver cancer that lead to a eviction due to his son a former addict trying to get a bunch of money we didn't owe his late father, we moved back in with my mother for a few months until we got another apartment in the ghetto sadly, but we made a life since then, when I finally graduated high school we had a party at my Uncle's/Brother's house from there came another great divide when my Uncle/Brother came bursting into our house a few hours after the party saying he's missing $700 and accusing me and my grandfather of stealing it saying he would break our legs, since then I've held great distaste for most of my family no matter what the event even if it's a party celebrating a personal achievement they will ruin it, my day of triumph and glory turned into sadness and anger and I can't help but stew over it especially when they had no proof to back up any of their claims, in fact it looks far more likely that my grandmother did this seeing how she had absolutely no money two weeks before the party and suddenly had over $200 dollars to give me when she could barely afford food, she was in the room with the money through the entire party and had also developed an addiction to the drink, my grandmother was the first to point fingers at my grandfather after that allotting a lot more suspicion she claimed he was stealing my graduation money to do drugs couldn't have been further from the truth, the worst thing I ever done was pity that woman when she would cry about my dead best friend since then I think she thought she could scare me into her arms, but I'm not stupid I see her little schemes and for that I renounce any relation to her, now my grandfather is forbidden from seeing his own grandchildren and that is why I consider my family dead everything they did was wrong and I can't stand by and watch this injustice anymore.