- My “blood” relatives have never respected (or even understood) me, to any degree. Nor were they ever interested in doing so.
- There is likely to be almost nothing to “inherit”, in terms of physical property, in the event of my “mother’s” death. Most likely, her house remains exactly the sort of cluttered hovel it always was. My idiot, heroin-addict half-brother has (doubtless) been given free reign, with the (predictable) result that they place is most likely a s total shithole.
- I’m pretty sure the property itself has been re-mortgaged since approximately 2015. Whether this was a “reverse” mortgage, or one of the standard ones — no chance of “inheriting” the house.
- There is no way in hell that I would ever willingly live in that area again, under any circumstances.
Why the hell would I ever want to live there?
The “weather” (Pennsylvania has 4 seasons: June July, august and winter).
The “culture” (bwahahahahaha!)
My “relatives” (Again: Bwahahahahahah!)
Literally: they have nothing to offer me, in the event that they continue to be idiotic. My idiot, heroin-addict half-brother, in particular, is an extreme disincentive to ever step foot anywhere within 200 miles of Annville, Pa.