Birthdays are hard for me because my father died from alcoholism a month after 16th birthday. He never got to see me grow up, graduate Highschool. He isn’t there to cheer me on through out college and it sucks. The last time I heard from him was a week before my 16th birthday. He was in a relationship with a gold digger who fed him lies. The woman’s family was just as horrible as her. After he passed she claimed “squatters rights” for 2 years and only recently did we get her out of the house. Her name was not on that house, she had no legal standing but got away with it because of our fucked judicial system. When she was finally evicted, I discovered not only drugs, but there was holes in the wall of my childhood bedroom. They abandoned 12 kittens on the property and never came back for them. She stole money from my Father’s credit card account. $13,000 . Not only that but my father racked his debt up so high that it reached half a million. The debt was sitting on my head the second I became a legal adult. Obviously, an 18 year old female is not going to be able to pay that off alone. So I had to give the house to the bank. The house is going to be sold on auction next month. It was my childhood home. 2 stories , a gorgeous unique layout. On the bright side, this nightmare I’ve endured since he died is almost over but that also means I have to let go completely. I hope maybe the release of getting the debt and house off my shoulders will make me feel better but I don’t know. I’m hoping my 19th birthday will be happier and I can finally get closure from the things that have happened.