BitterSweet

Its bittersweet to finally say my dad lost his house. Because Id hoped that that house would stay in our family forever. It was a great house. But my dad has been into drugs i guess the past couple years and going downhill, and just hanging around the wrong people... anyways the house, it sat on 20 aceres, was a 3/2 with an office, dining room living room and family room, then it had a 2/1 guest house with a pool. It was a nice house, and i grew up in it. I lived there for like 15 years, but my dad got it in the divorce and once my mom moved out he let his nasty whore girlfriend live there. so it has bad stigmatisms to anyways, but whatever. He remortgaged it to like 500,000 and he could support the mort and his habits, so he let it go. its bittersweet. And i never thought like when i was younger that id go from living there to the ghetto, and im aware how snobby that sounds but seriously i never thought. Ahh love lol