When people you thought you could rely on show their true selves

byOssur

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7 years ago

Some days ago, I got a message that really opened my eyes, to the deceitful heart of human beings.

Here's the story behind it:

When I was a kid, I always spent a lot of time, at my grandparent's (on my mother's side) house. I simply loved being there, and I loved the house itself that my grandfather had built.

When I turned seventeen, I even moved into the downstairs apartment, and in the two years I lived there, I spent hundreds of hours, helping my grandfather repair and renovate the house. My mothers siblings, or their children for that matter, never really seemed to care much about it.

One morning in 1998, while my grandfather and I were painting the living room, he told me that one day, I was going to inherit the house.

I never gave much thought to it, in fact it made me feel a bit uncomfortable, to hear him speak of the fact that one day, he and my grandmother would leave this world, they had always been beacons of light to me and I have always loved them beyond words.

In 2002 I moved to Denmark to study, and this is where I met my wife. Today we have three children, and live in Sweden. Every time we have travelled to the Faroes on vacation, we have lived at my grandparents, and I have always dreamt of moving back to the Faroe Islands with my family, to live in the house that my grandfather built.

Sadly, in 2012 my grandfather had a stroke,(aged 88) rendering him virtually unable to communicate. He is paralyzed except from some fingers in his left arms, and his eyes. Some days are better than others, but it is unclear how much he actually understands about what's going on around him.

After this, my grandmother's health quickly started to deteriorate. She is now 92 years old, and since winter 2015 she has been living at a nursing home, and the responsibility for their economics, and the house, is in the hands of one my two aunts, who has an education in economics.

My grandparents never wrote a will, but my grandmother has made it absolutely clear that the house is not to be sold, until after her death, because she doesn't want to experience

any conflict about inheritance among her children.

Except from one of my cousins living there from time to time, when he has been home on leave from his studies in Denmark, the house has stood empty.

Last summer, I lived there for a month, with my wife and children, and I talked to some of my mother's siblings about the house, and told them that we plan to move to the Faroe Islands next summer, and that I would like to rent the house, and eventually buy it, when my grandparents pass away. The response I got was all positive, and they seemed happy that the house would remain in the family.

The house has an estimated value of 400,000$ and we agreed that if I would pay that price, the house would be mine.

Needless to say, my family and I are excited, and really looking forward to moving home next summer. We have found a school for the kids, and made all preparations.

But, enter the vultures. Yesterday my mother told me that her siblings have changed their minds. Apparently someone has shown interest in the house, and the possibility of getting more money out of it, has complicated things for me and my family.

The location of the house is exceptional, and I know that many people would like to buy it, only to tear it down, and build something of their own.

It is often said that "blood is thicker than water", but when Mammon dips his feet in the water, everything changes and solidarity, and decency is suddenly forgotten.

The vultures have now decided that there will be a public bidding on the house, and unless I can match the highest bid, the house will be sold to the highest bidder.

And as if that wasn't enough, they have decided that, for reasons unknown to me, they do not want to rent the house to us, when we move home next summer. This means that we will have to look for something else, and since there is a very high demand for housing in Tórshavn, our plans of moving home this summer, are now hanging in a very thin thread.

We are all shocked and disappointed, and we don't know what to do. I just don't understand, how you can treat your own family like this. I do know that my grandparents would be ashamed of their children, if they knew what was going on.

So, why am I sharing this with you? Because I need to get this of my chest, and I need the opinion of someone, who doesn't know me, or my aunts and uncle, personally.

A friend of mine suggested that I should go and tell my grandmother about it, but I do not want her to have to deal with this at this stage of her life, it would destroy her. I want the house, but not at any cost.

But the disappointment, and bitterness, I am feeling is really tearing at me, and I can't sleep at night, the thoughts and plots are spinning around in my head.

If I could come up with $100,000 the bank would loan me the rest, but how am I going to get that kind of money? How much time do I even have?

What bothers me the most, is that I don't understand this behavior.

What do you think? Am I the one who is being unfair to my aunts and uncle?

Is this post inappropriate? (If so, please tell me and I will remove it immediately!)

Please. tell me what you think! Oh, and if anyone should know how I can make $400,000 fast, please do not hesitate to write!!

Thank you for reading.

Øssur