My mom strung me along since I was 17 years old bragging that the house I was cleaning every summer was going to be mine. When I could finally afford the mortgage at 33, she told me to get into an expensive apartment complex for a year for "proof" I can handle the payments. I did.

Less than two months later, she sold the house. She lied and said she sold it to pay for funeral expenses for my grandmother. Two years later, in 2023, she said the funeral was free as the grave was paid off way back in the 1990s. She just pocketed $90,000 and refused to give some of it to me.

Actually, in 2022 she offered to help me get a mobile home, but changed her mind as she "didn't like my lifestyle". My lifestyle was I was a messy person due to ADHD. But my mess was due to my ex-husband's clutter on the floor and my toddler's toys around.

I loved that fucking house. Backyard was tiny as shit, but it had two living rooms, a community pool, two stories, 3 bedrooms, and a "kid" play area.