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This is probably going to be a long story. If you would like to skip it, the long story short is, "If you've seen 'Worst Roommate Ever' or 'Worst Ex Ever' on Netflix, then this story would be called 'Worst Family Friend Ever' and it has consumed over 15 months of my life.
It all started 3 days before me and my wife had our first wedding in the country where we were both living and working (Taiwan). A family friend, let's call him "Ahmed", approached me and said, "Your mother told me if you do not go back to America, she will take you out of the inheritance." So I made plans to go back, but only after our second wedding in my wife's country.
Let's take a moment to talk about who Ahmed is.
( Rant about Ahmed )
Ahmed, after everything discussed so far, is a sociopathic liar and has caused me and my wife more damage and more strain in our lives than we deserve. After all of these things came together, I've been living with the trauma of following this lie, and it repeats itself in my head again and again and again on a daily basis. There are times I'm stairing off into the void and I'll shake my head because I'm thinking of the bull shit that Ahmed told me.
There might be someone who asks, "Why didn't you ask your parents about the inheritance?" To be honest, such a direct line of questioning is not the relationship that I have with my parents. Ahmed visited us twice while I was injured. The first time he visited us was just as my injury took place. The second time was 10 weeks-post injury. During this time I got two academic certificates. I could have gotten a third one that would sharpen my resume if he didn't show up and start bossing me around.
However, I'm also on a road of mental recovery. My wife is there for me every day. Although I'm unemployed, I'm looking for jobs and applying daily, and we are hopeful that I could have something soon.
It all started 3 days before me and my wife had our first wedding in the country where we were both living and working (Taiwan). A family friend, let's call him "Ahmed", approached me and said, "Your mother told me if you do not go back to America, she will take you out of the inheritance." So I made plans to go back, but only after our second wedding in my wife's country.
Let's take a moment to talk about who Ahmed is.
( Rant about Ahmed )
Ahmed, after everything discussed so far, is a sociopathic liar and has caused me and my wife more damage and more strain in our lives than we deserve. After all of these things came together, I've been living with the trauma of following this lie, and it repeats itself in my head again and again and again on a daily basis. There are times I'm stairing off into the void and I'll shake my head because I'm thinking of the bull shit that Ahmed told me.
There might be someone who asks, "Why didn't you ask your parents about the inheritance?" To be honest, such a direct line of questioning is not the relationship that I have with my parents. Ahmed visited us twice while I was injured. The first time he visited us was just as my injury took place. The second time was 10 weeks-post injury. During this time I got two academic certificates. I could have gotten a third one that would sharpen my resume if he didn't show up and start bossing me around.
However, I'm also on a road of mental recovery. My wife is there for me every day. Although I'm unemployed, I'm looking for jobs and applying daily, and we are hopeful that I could have something soon.
