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7/11/2025, 5:20:38 PM
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in self defense.
Long story short, my grandfather with cancer took me in as my life fell apart. Despite being a bowling alley attendent in his life, the property he bought with that in the 60s appreciated significantly in value, and he had a massive house and 10 acres of pristine land to himself. He invited me to stay and attend a local college to finish my degree. I had been estranged from my parents since I was a teenager, and part of me longed for home and family so I left my friends couch and returned to my homestate.
Unfortuntely I only made it 10 weeks into a 15 week semester. He was dying of cancer (massive tumors in his legs, but what we didn't know was it spread to his low back, lungs, and brain). He was also grieving the death of his wife who died the year prior.
I started college the week I had returned, and worked at a local restaurant. I basically had class at 1030-1230 tuesday and 1030 to 230 thursday due to the lab (i was taking Organic Chemistry II), then I would go to tutoring until about 4:30, than work from 5 to 12am at a local resturant. The days I had off I spent in the library or at a local powerlifting gym.
Things went swimmingly at first, but he increasingly became paranoid. For whatever reason, after a draft blew open the door to the basement, he was convinced I was rumaging through his stuff. I don't know was down there as I had never went, but he was sure as shit I was stealing from him and I have never seen a man so mad. Another time, after cashing a SS check he misplaced the money and was raving that I stole it from him. I have never seen a human being get so angry and I was geniunely confused. Routinely he would wake me up standing over my bed in the guest bedroom furious because it would be 9:30 and I was still asleep, failing to grasp that I worked until midnight and would take a few hours to study/have to myself before I slept. Class didn't start until 10:30 and was only a 12 minute drive away.
Things came to a climax when I was watching recorded lectures in the day room, and somehow he found out I had been using the window ac. I admit to using it, he kept his house at 80 degrees, and the guest room was upstair where it was stuffy and all the windows were nailed shut.
For context, I bought his groceries, I took care of his disgusting dogs and cleaned when they pissed and shit all over the house (though to no avail I couldn't get the smell of dog piss out of the carpets) and did all the chores. I offered to pay for use of the ac, as I am sensitive to the heat. A few nights it got so hot I had to sleep in my car.
Anyways, at this point, I have been looking for other places to live, my pittance at the restaurant barely covered food, gas and my phone bill. I would not even come close to being able to afford to move out even if I dropped out of school and worked full time at the restaurant. I was so tired of his shit I just ignored him.
in self defense.
Long story short, my grandfather with cancer took me in as my life fell apart. Despite being a bowling alley attendent in his life, the property he bought with that in the 60s appreciated significantly in value, and he had a massive house and 10 acres of pristine land to himself. He invited me to stay and attend a local college to finish my degree. I had been estranged from my parents since I was a teenager, and part of me longed for home and family so I left my friends couch and returned to my homestate.
Unfortuntely I only made it 10 weeks into a 15 week semester. He was dying of cancer (massive tumors in his legs, but what we didn't know was it spread to his low back, lungs, and brain). He was also grieving the death of his wife who died the year prior.
I started college the week I had returned, and worked at a local restaurant. I basically had class at 1030-1230 tuesday and 1030 to 230 thursday due to the lab (i was taking Organic Chemistry II), then I would go to tutoring until about 4:30, than work from 5 to 12am at a local resturant. The days I had off I spent in the library or at a local powerlifting gym.
Things went swimmingly at first, but he increasingly became paranoid. For whatever reason, after a draft blew open the door to the basement, he was convinced I was rumaging through his stuff. I don't know was down there as I had never went, but he was sure as shit I was stealing from him and I have never seen a man so mad. Another time, after cashing a SS check he misplaced the money and was raving that I stole it from him. I have never seen a human being get so angry and I was geniunely confused. Routinely he would wake me up standing over my bed in the guest bedroom furious because it would be 9:30 and I was still asleep, failing to grasp that I worked until midnight and would take a few hours to study/have to myself before I slept. Class didn't start until 10:30 and was only a 12 minute drive away.
Things came to a climax when I was watching recorded lectures in the day room, and somehow he found out I had been using the window ac. I admit to using it, he kept his house at 80 degrees, and the guest room was upstair where it was stuffy and all the windows were nailed shut.
For context, I bought his groceries, I took care of his disgusting dogs and cleaned when they pissed and shit all over the house (though to no avail I couldn't get the smell of dog piss out of the carpets) and did all the chores. I offered to pay for use of the ac, as I am sensitive to the heat. A few nights it got so hot I had to sleep in my car.
Anyways, at this point, I have been looking for other places to live, my pittance at the restaurant barely covered food, gas and my phone bill. I would not even come close to being able to afford to move out even if I dropped out of school and worked full time at the restaurant. I was so tired of his shit I just ignored him.
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