#and it’s kind of insane because he was a hoarder who hadn’t touched my bedroom since i left fifteen years ago

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Dealing with the remnants of someone else’s life is fucking impossible.

#my dad passed yesterday and i’m having to sort through his stuff #and it’s kind of insane because he was a hoarder who hadn’t touched my bedroom since i left fifteen years ago #literally there is still a box of rainbow goldfish on the nightstand (obviously mice have gotten to it but still) #i got a bunch of photos because i had little evidence i existed before age like thirteen #and all i really wanted from his house was a photo of me and my grandmother #his siblings are going to make it impossible for this to be easy because his brother is like nothing in this house is yours except the #photos that’s it you have no claim to anything because this is my land take your photos and leave #and his sister is the worst #lots of family drama and honestly i don’t want any part in it #and everyone has so much to say about me and the way our relationship ended fifteen years ago but that’s on him not me #but i don’t want anything i just want this to be done and to go home #i want it to be over with #i’m exhausted and hungry but i also don’t want food #i’m not grieving but maybe i am i don’t know #I just want to leave now #txt