Don’t know if this the right place to post this, or if shit like this can be posted on Reddit at all 😂 This is definitely long as shit and all over the place but please bear with me.

My life feels quite shitty at the moment.
Sure, somethings are good, but more goes wrong than not. I am 20 living with my 80 year old grandmother. I can’t work at the moment because my car is a pile of shit, I have to keep an eye on Granny sometimes, and I especially have to keep up with her hoarding. I’m sitting on a decent bit of cash, but I don’t trust myself with it, so I stay out of it and keep my bank account dry. 

Everything I do feels counterintuitive, counterproductive, or contradictory. 
I feel accomplishment when I have completed a task, and I have done a decent bit lately. Yet I sit around pissed off at everything I haven’t gotten done.

I have been in a relationship with my amazing girlfriend for a year. She does more for me than I do for myself. She’s probably one of the only reasons I haven’t been admitted to a psych ward.

Oh yes, I am also a recovering alcoholic at the age of 20. And when I say recovering, I mean from sobriety.

I’m now thinking I’m giving too much detail. It may me time to write a memoir or an autobiography. Sorry. Let me refocus.

Anyways, that’s just the intro.
I’ll try to kick it up a notch.

Our story truly begins with our first issue: my conception.

The ‘90s. Mom and dad getting together. Papaw putting my mom’s name on the land.

The early 2000’s. My birth. Mom coming in later and later from work. Divorce. That rat bastard immediately moving in. 

My favorite quote is one of my own.
“Fuck you, motherfucker. You goddamn stupid son of a bitch.”
If I don’t get a chance to say it sooner, that will be said at his funeral, right before I slap the dog shit out of his corpse and shotgun a Miller Lite (a real man’s beer). Leave now if you only drink Bud Light like that low down dirty codsackin fucktard. Jk, keep reading 😂

When Cocksuck first moved in, this dumbass tried to play nice. Fuck ripped a $2 bill in half and said “HeRe, noW we’LL bOth hAvE a dOLLer.”

But I always had issues with Dickfuck.
The rules of the house were his. Mom enforced whatever he said. At the age of 13, my bedtime was 6 PM because of my “misbehavior”. Before the end of the summer of 2014, mom filed unruly charges and custody changed to my dad. Shit wasn’t amazing over there either, but that’s not the issue at hand.

I still spent weekends with my maternal grandparents. Hell, any raising I got was from what they did. 

Asslick sprained my knee pulling my leg off the bed on thanksgiving that year, we went to court, had a order of protection, but it didn’t stick. I didn’t see them for 2 years. I decided I wanted to see mom one day in 2017. We talked. She eventually got back in the picture taking papaw &amp; granny to doctors.

Mom promised me the house back in 2019. 

I went on to fuck up everything in my path for a solid year. Blew the engine in one car. Lost another in a fire. Went to jail on a public intoxication charge. I was alright for a little bit, then I dealt with a breakup. Almost got another charge drinking, but got out of it. Then I met my gf and kept fucking up but on the downlow. Just like a little drunk argument with a 40 y/o methhead and passed out in the bushes at McDonalds once. No biggie.

My grandfather passed away a year and a half ago, and it’s been painful. Mom and Dipshit make it even more so.

Speeding up again

Granny had POA filed in mom’s name.
Dipshit scared away our lease.
Mom and Cumsock got Covids
I started taking Granny to appointments.
Granny tells me to burn POA papers.
Granny talks to Mom about giving me the house.
Mom didn’t say no, but she said everything but yes.
I had a mental breakdown bc of prob losing the house.
I got tired of Fuckhead’s boat in the barn.
(Had permission to store boat but only that)
I let a few friends come take some stuff off of our hands.
Shitface confronts me about selling 
“$3000” worth of “his” tires from our barn

Holy shit breaks loose and I tell off mom and Thundercuck. They waltzed into the basement in the middle of me trying to conduct a Marketplace sale and I flipped my shit. I went and purchased a firearm the next day.

Since then, we haven’t heard from them, even though they just live a minute away, and I like it like that. But we’ve had some issues with our standard mail delivery. 
A package of mine accidentally got delivered to mom. They won’t return it. Even lied to police and said they put it back in the mail. I want to push this as far as I can, federal offense, felony level shit. One of Bitchboy’s hobbies is hunting. I don’t want him to ever be able to pick up a gun again. I don’t know if I see mail theft sticking over a one time deal. But I would like to be hopeful.

I want them to be as miserable as they have made me, living in a house I feel I can never truly be comfortable in. Shit happens. God forbid, Granny may not be here tomorrow. 

I want him and mom gone. Out of sight, out of mind, out of existence if need be. I just want a guaranteed place to live and far from them. I want the house but it’ll never happen unless mom passes before Granny.

I wish I had a chance, right this very now, to put them out of their misery.
But I don’t think I’ll get the chance.
I would only act in self defense. We do have the Stand Your Ground law here.
I believe he knows the next time he comes back on our property while it is still ours won’t slide. But if he ever crosses the line, If I have to defend myself from anything from him… 
I will shoot him in his fucking neck and recite my quote. Urinate on him and listen to the gurgle of his last breath as his lungs fill with blood.