|READ: FLAMING FUCK OFF|
I found out from a mutual Facebook friend that my brother spent two weeks at my "mother's" home in Las Vegas, where they, apparently, got rid of my stuff.
This came just about a month, after my brother swore everything I left behind was still neatly packed, ready to go, whenever I'd be able to get it.
Which, would have been within the next month, since I am getting a boat load of cash before my birthday.
C'est La Vie
My experience with these people is that they probably kept what they wanted, then sold off the rest.
I've come to the conclusion that I do not.
Let them have their form of "bliss."
Mine has nothing to do with hurting others or being anywhere near people who get any thrill out of doing something so nasty to another human being, let alone a "family" member.
My anger over the situation has evolved into a deep sense of joy, as I realize I'm free of even more baggage in my life.
This joy is so great, that I am also letting go of whatever the hell I've been hanging onto in my Las Vegas storage for more than a year.
When I got the unit, I had no idea about what I'd have to deal with.
Now I do.
And, I made it to the other side with multiple ideas about how I shall spend that forty four dollars this month, which will have nothing to do with material excess.
All I need is right here.
See ya on Dream Check Friday, peeps.
Perhaps with a video.
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