I need to rant. I have nobody to talk to right now.

Years ago, I lived in a house. It was a beautiful house. I no longer live in it, but I have been promised the house time and time again. Finally, the old man caring (or was supposed to) for the house in exchange of living in it has abandoned the house. The eviction notice was still on the door when I went to check on the house.
My mother, who has promised me this house so many years ago, told me that if I cleaned it up, it is mine. I have waited so long for that day. I have waited over ten years.

I got a new job, closer to the house for when I move there. I have been working there for about a week on night shifts, since I never sleep. I was so excited, so happy. This house means the world to me. It was the only house I lived in that I wasn't depressed. It was my childhood. I have so many happy memories of that house.
My mother and I discussed terms of payment for rent, and we settled on a monthly rent of $500/month, which is a steal. I have not signed any documents, I wish I had. I thought I could trust my own mother.

Right now, she is trying to swindle me out of the house. She has made noises about selling her current house and moving into the house. My heart shattered. She has no job, she does nothing but party with her boyfriend in Oklahoma, and uses every cent of child support to support the long trips (We still live in Kansas). She has put herself in debt, and can no longer afford the house she lives in now. Why must I suffer for her actions? If she wanted to take the house, she at least shouldn't have dangled it in front of my face. I am trying to get my life back together. But she has gone off the deep end.

I will not take this laying down. It is time I smacked her back into reality. For years, she has done the same for me. Now it is my turn. I will fight for that house, and I will get that house one way or another, even if I have to make her feel microscopic. The house it mine. It was promised to me. without that house, I have nothing. It is the last decent shred of memories, and for years, it has driven me to stay alive.

Rant is done. I am glad I got this off my chest. I feel a little better.
Thanks for reading.

Also, this blog actually did have tragic news this time. So here is some happy news:
I have lots of chew and alcohol.