ButaneSnake99
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I'm I'll keep this brief.
So many families become estranged after a family member dies, such as the 'matriarch' of ours. She saved plenty working in the factories and then became an assistant for a lawyer, bought a small but cozy home, and the assets were to be split according to... THE WILL after she passed.
But normies don't care about contract law, they don't care about a will. They want what they want.
Instead they convince themselves that after said person passes, you're a bad person because you were never privy to a secret conversation they had that one person deserves more over the other, and that you should feel bad for following what's... "written in the will."
And if you were to follow the will, everyone would turn against you because you'd have to bring the dispute to court. You'd win, sure, but your grandchildren would hate you. I wish it did go to court!
So you clench your asscheeks and give in. But even when you give in, lies are spread anyway, and they want more, so you still end up getting fucked and everyone now hates you.
Someone got the house, and now they can, as they plan to, clean it up, make it nice, and then sell for a huge profit. You're left cleaning out your close one's belongings, which your blood relatives say you stole, even though you were asked by them to bring it all to savers because "we can't do it, it's too much to think about."
But here's the catch. The grandchildren, who were not listed in the will, and who I never talk to, started texting me immigrant farming jobs that pay a measly 9hrs a dollar because I liked gardening. Even my very nice cousin randonly texted me a link to a job scooping cow shit for a creamery and the hrs were, 3am to 8am, 12pm - 6 pm. Wtf. Why the fuck would I want to do that and why are you texting me a job application? I don't even drive.
I'll tell you why, they didn't want to feel bad that they were taking the inheritance of a disabled person, though they didn't know
I was an incel. If I magically got better and earned shekels,
they wouldn't feel so bad not following the will and stealing the inheritance, which wasn't for me anyway, but they did anyway.
Again, it wasn't my damn inheritance, it was between the brother and sisters of the grandmother.
And yet they all wanted what they wanted, will or not.
In the end, my family got fucked. And now we are pariahs.
I have so many stories to tell.
So many families become estranged after a family member dies, such as the 'matriarch' of ours. She saved plenty working in the factories and then became an assistant for a lawyer, bought a small but cozy home, and the assets were to be split according to... THE WILL after she passed.
But normies don't care about contract law, they don't care about a will. They want what they want.
Instead they convince themselves that after said person passes, you're a bad person because you were never privy to a secret conversation they had that one person deserves more over the other, and that you should feel bad for following what's... "written in the will."
And if you were to follow the will, everyone would turn against you because you'd have to bring the dispute to court. You'd win, sure, but your grandchildren would hate you. I wish it did go to court!
So you clench your asscheeks and give in. But even when you give in, lies are spread anyway, and they want more, so you still end up getting fucked and everyone now hates you.
Someone got the house, and now they can, as they plan to, clean it up, make it nice, and then sell for a huge profit. You're left cleaning out your close one's belongings, which your blood relatives say you stole, even though you were asked by them to bring it all to savers because "we can't do it, it's too much to think about."
But here's the catch. The grandchildren, who were not listed in the will, and who I never talk to, started texting me immigrant farming jobs that pay a measly 9hrs a dollar because I liked gardening. Even my very nice cousin randonly texted me a link to a job scooping cow shit for a creamery and the hrs were, 3am to 8am, 12pm - 6 pm. Wtf. Why the fuck would I want to do that and why are you texting me a job application? I don't even drive.
I'll tell you why, they didn't want to feel bad that they were taking the inheritance of a disabled person, though they didn't know
I was an incel. If I magically got better and earned shekels,
they wouldn't feel so bad not following the will and stealing the inheritance, which wasn't for me anyway, but they did anyway.
Again, it wasn't my damn inheritance, it was between the brother and sisters of the grandmother.
And yet they all wanted what they wanted, will or not.
In the end, my family got fucked. And now we are pariahs.
I have so many stories to tell.
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