Most of you know, I've had a rough couple months. So much tension in the family, relative death, pet death. Just one blow after another. Perhaps the biggest blow is the fact that we might be homeless in a couple months. But recently, I've received some good news. It's a weird, long story. So I'll try to keep it brief.
We were only related by marriage to the relative that died, and that was years ago. Maybe a little before I was born. When the person died, we were no longer related by marriage. But the family always considered us to still be family. The widower of the relative that died recently has offered my dad, brother, and I to come and live with her. She and my dad love each other very much, and my dad says he can see himself marrying her.
Now, we're not some backwoods hillbilly family of inbreds. We're not related to this person, and we share no bloodlines. I had to get my dad to explain this to me a couple times, cause I always thought we were related by blood.
Some time next year, we'll probably be moving in with her. She's wealthy, owns her own business and makes +12k per week. She has a very young daughter, and a beautiful house with a huge backyard, home theater in the basement, and plenty of bedrooms. She's such a wonderful person, and she loves my brother and I so very much. She's known us since before we were born, basically.
I should be happy. We won't be homeless or anything. But I feel scared. I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm scared, because I don't want the rug to get pulled out from under us.
For those of you who have given me words of encouragement on my past blogs, you know how hard it is for me to be happy. You know I feel like I don't deserve to be happy. I still feel like this is just a dream, because everything is going too well for me. I'm scared that if I truly embrace this fact and start to feel happy, that a bomb will drop and just turn everything upside down on me...