Betrayed by blood

You ever feel like every time you finally see a clear path forward, someone just has to come along and throw a damn roadblock in your way? That’s exactly what’s happening to me right now, and this time, it’s coming from my own so-called family.

Let’s lay it out. My biological mother asked me to drop everything, leave Essen, and come take care of her place while she goes off on holiday. In return, she promised I could stay there until my late father’s Last Will situation was settled. That was the deal. Fair, right? Except now, out of nowhere, she’s given me six weeks to pack up and vanish. Why? Most likely because of her new idiot boyfriend whispering nonsense in her ear. But let’s call it what it really is—a complete breach of our agreement.

And this couldn’t have come at a worse time. I just landed a job with a major German outdoor fashion company. This was supposed to be my shot at stability, a fresh start. But guess what? My bank account and salary are under seizure. Just my luck. My entire plan was to use my first paycheck to clear that up, then use the next two months to save for an apartment deposit. I even looked into cutting down my expenses so I wouldn’t have to rely on state support, which—mind you—would have kept my mother’s little side hustle of social fraud under the radar. You’d think she’d appreciate that, but no.

So now, thanks to my ever-so-supportive family, I have six weeks to pull off the impossible—scrape together enough money to secure a place to live. Stress? Trouble? That’s just my daily reality at this point. But what gets me the most is that I should’ve seen this coming. Every damn time I try to build something for myself, my own flesh and blood are the ones tearing it down. And it makes perfect sense when you think about their ideology. When you’re dealing with people who’ve clung to a Nazi mindset, expecting fairness, honesty, or even basic human decency is a fool’s game. Agreements mean nothing to them because integrity isn’t in their vocabulary.

But you know what? I’m done playing by their twisted rules. I’m taking my case straight to the official German authorities and laying it all out—honestly, openly, no matter what consequences that brings for anyone else. Because I’m not going to let anyone, not my mother, not her brain-dead boyfriend, not the system, keep pushing me down. If they want me to disappear, I’ll disappear—but on my own terms. And when I get back on my feet, I’ll be stronger than ever.

Six weeks. That’s all I’ve got. But I’ve faced worse, and I’m not backing down now. Watch me turn this mess into my next comeback.

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