So done with my family right now. I am going to move away ASAP and never speak to any of them ever again, because there's not even a sense of common decency between any of them anymore.
Easter is going to be especially fun. There'll be more sniping than a match of Call of Duty. And the overall maturity level will be about the same too.
My grandmother has to move out of her house. She probably isn't going to be around much longer. And her kids can't just...hold it in and let stupid-ass shit go for a little while. Everyone's at each other's throats and I fucking hate it.
Then she even called me up and told me I can take whatever I want from the house. I didn't know how to respond. I just thanked her and said I'd think about it. I know she doesn't care where the stuff in the house ends up, she'll be gone. And I know she probably asked me because I practically lived there when I was little. It still feels a little wrong though. I'm not sure why. I admit there are definitely some things I'd like to keep for myself, mainly a lot of my grandfather's old things, but I feel wrong and selfish for even saying I want them because they're not mine. It feels like I'm being given permission to...loot the place, almost. But I want to keep some of the stuff just to preserve some memory of him because he pretty much replaced my dad. I don't know what's going to happen to his stuff if I don't take it, but then I also don't have any place to put them. This house is a shithole. I'd want someplace safe to keep his stuff so when I move into my own place, I can still have it, because it really means a lot to me.
I'm honestly not sure how to approach the situation but it's stressing me out and I hate it. >_<