| Current location: | Vault-13 |
| Current mood: |  wondering |
| Current music: | Aryia - My Revenge on the World |
Hereditary Traits.
As predicted my mother took the libery of selling my grandmother's old house, forging her name on all the documents and pocketing every last dime to buy a few more acres of swampland for her goats. The only part that offends me in this is that by doing so she has condemned my ailing grandmother to spend the rest of her days in a trailer house adjacent to my mother. My grandmother has hated my mother since I was five years old. She has a long list of reasons, too, even longer than my own, if you can imagine such a thing. No one should be forced out of their own home and into the care of someone for whom you have a mutual death wish.
The thing that is making my brow furrow right now, though, is that I am wondering if my mother actually bothered to take my grandfather's creamated ashes out of my grandmother's closet first and took them the Veteran's graveyard & the burial site there that he earned back in WW2. Knowning my mother it is far more likely that she just tossed them into the nearest garbage can. Yes, that is exactly the kind of person she is. Always has been. Now why my grandmother insisted on keeping them in her closet for long is beyond my understanding. Perhaps she just couldn't stand the idea of being seperated from him, but it would seem odd that she would carry so much sentiment over this man when she spent most of her married years in a constant state of adultry with various biker gang memebers. Oh well, women are insane and men are just plain stupid.
"The Devil possesses the broadest perspectives for God, and consequently he stays so far away from him." - Nietzsche
Still, should I actually outlive her, I can add some gravel and water to her ashes and use the resulting concrete to fashion myself a rather durable toilet seat.
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