And there is it.
Out by the end of the summer...Pack up and get out.
All of my family, displaced by an aunt who would kick her own sister out of her home of 16 years, rather than make her 32 year old daughter find her own place to live.
No more Christmases in front of my fireplace.
No more hampsters buried in the back yard.
No more walks to the park.

A lifetime of memories, ripped away.

And now I can't share it with the man I love.
Money is a bitch.
We can't afford time in LA during the summer, but I need him to experience where I was made who I am.
I need to take him to the places that will be burned in my brain forever.
I NEED to.
And now I can't.

Fuck you, "family".
You are dead to me.
No more aunt.
No more uncle.
You are buried under the lemon tree I climbed as a kid.

...MY lemon tree...Not yours...


MY home. NOT YOURS.




Fuck you.