Thankfully now that the funeral is over things are starting to settle down for the most part. Last night when Ginger came home from an other get together she told me Sonny wants to put our house up for sale. Leave it on the market for a year and then get it reappraised again so taxes will go down. Ok here's the deal. The taxes are only 800 and change a year big deal I'll pay it. He wants to put the house up for 20K. The current appraisal is 30K. He is convinced the house won't sell and after a year he would have another appraisal and then the taxes would go down. Well first off Dad didn't pay nearly that amount. I was under the impression we were renting to own and he has never once come around to fix any of the problems that this house has. I knew I should have gotten something in writing when we first moved up here but I thought well he's family he won't fuck us over. If I had known he was going to pull this bullshit we would have stayed down state. The start of this problem is that Sonny is manic depressive like I am, but I'm on medication and take it every day. Sonny takes it when he feels like it. If Sonny got his head out of his ass and took his medication we wouldn't be have all this trouble. Ginger talked to Mom last night and worked out a plan so Sonny doesn't sell the house. By the way Mom isn't happy with Sonny either. So for the time being we've still got place to live. Ginger told Sonny if he sold this place that we would end up living with them. I firmly believe Sonny really doesn't want that because I will be the devil reincarnated under his roof. I will make his life a living hell. I'm thinking if Mr. Manic Moron sells the house I'll pack up our shit and move either down state again or to the Minocqua area in Wisconsin. I've never been so pissed off as I am right now. Shit like this is the number one reason I don't care to have family near or around me. I just have one more thing to say about all this. TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILLS SONNY!!!