See there? MagsJ has been paying attention. Now keep in mind that we can’t be sure the cigarette smoking during pregnancy contributed to the leg issue, so we can’t indict her for that particular problem i was born with. But do we need to to ask why a moms is smoking during pregnancy in the first place?
Ultimately, it was the old man’s fault for involving himself with her at all. She was young and hot, and he didn’t know she would turn out to be a total clown unfit for anything but menial labor… forget about mothering a child. I could mother a child better and more responsibly than she ever could, and I wouldn’t let a baby promethean anywhere near that basketcase.
At best, we can say that she acted as a set of hands to pass her third of grandpa’s inheritance on to me when and if i do get to sell this house. Oh, one time she did co-sign for me when i bought a used truck in 98. She got mother of the year award for that, and they even featured her in an article about mothers that bend over backward to provide for their childrens.
Other than that, she’s only ever been a place i skipped in and out of through my twenties and paid utilities every time, bought my own food, etc. She hasn’t ‘provided for me’ since i was like 8 when the old man got custody.
So when grandpa died, i was on the yard. So, she bought a three bedroom house banking on me being there because nobody’s gonna fuckin rent to me when i get out. Her plan was to get me to be the nanny and do all the work in the house while she played candy crush, hit the vape, and waited to die. It meant she would have gotten over $100,000, bought a house with it she didn’t need, took a reverse mortage out on it (so I’ll never get it), and then used me to manage the place (that i may never get to sell) and herself as she sat and destroyed herself with her lifestyle. She wanted to stay out of the rest-homes and knew she couldn’t afford a nanny. That’s when the lightbulb appeared above her head. I can use my son.
In the end, there will have been three men that carried the catlady through her entire life. The old man, grandpa, and then me, while she contributed nothing substantial to any of em.
Just say it out loud it sounds so bad: dude gets out of prison for crimes he didn’t commit and then spends the rest of his ruined life in complete social isolation cleaning up after a wretched piece of crap who, if ever needs to go to a home for medical reasons or anything, will lose this house to the bank and he won’t get to sell it.
Fate didn’t want to do it differently. Me and her end up getting along, i have my own place and am making bank, and i can afford a visiting angel deal to go there three times a week for a couple hours to do shit. That’s an alternate reality that never happened, that was made impossible by the actions of the State.