Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Gallant, Alabama
Forget it! (No horse trailer project after all…)
Yeah, that's right, forget it.
We're not remodeling the horse trailer after all. Why? Simple really… My great grandmother's oldest son and his side of the family are pitching the biggest fit over it. They're all mad and upset because apparently it's "in perfect condition and doesn't need anything done to it".
Pfft… Yeah. Right.
My mum and stepdad came across my cousin Earl, his older sister, and his girlfriend at Wal-Mart the other day and all three of them were pissed about the trailer. My cousin Sissy was glaring at them and giving them the silent treatment, while Alison (Earl's girlfriend) was acting like she was a member of the family and like we were the ones causing this fight (yeah, like she'll ever be a member of the family… I'm quoting that straight from my great grandmother… apparently she doesn't like Alison very much…). Earl was the worst, though. He was mouthing off about how when we got the trailer all finished, he was going to take it straight to his dad's and rip out everything that we did to it and remodel it to his liking.
Then his dad (my great uncle David) called today and got into a screaming argument with my great grandmother about how the horse trailer is his, not hers (even though her husband was the one who built it and it is her) and it is definitely his business as to what goes on with it and she has no right letting anyone remodel it when "it's in perfectly fine condition".
I talked to my mum about it today and I think we're just going to take the plywood up and use it on my mum's house, instead of finishing the trailer, and take the trailer back to the other side of the pasture and just let them have it.
It's just going to be a fight like this constantly with the trailer… even if we ignored them and finished it, they'll rip everything we did to it out just for spite… that side of the family is just that way… and if we wanted to use the trailer, it would be a huge fight like this has been… so… forget it.
On that note, I'm no longer going to even pet my great uncle's horses. It's a fight over me just touching them too, so forget that. If they get out, it isn't my problem. My great uncle or his son can put them up. I don't care if David is crippled, apparently I don't know how to handle horses anyway in his eyes. He can find a way because I'm through with him. I'm not going to talk to him, visit him, etc…
Sometimes I wish that side of the family would disappear… die… go away permanently… something… just get out of the rest of our life's!
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