I'm proud of my parents the most I guess. Both of them equally. Considering our family's living situation 5 years ago and all the crap they went through to get us where we are now, they've done pretty well. Five years ago I never would have thought my family would be living as comfortably as we are. I'm not talking about having money, but just a decent liveable place to call home.
Let's see. Five years ago my mom, two brothers, and myself still lived in our tiny old two bedroom house. My mom and I slept in the living room. We had a few cats but not enough to be a burden of any kind. The house was falling apart more and more all the time and my parents just didn't have the money to get it fixed. My grandma lived next door with my dad, her house in the same situation. And yeah this was my mother's mother, but my dad stayed over there with her to help her take care of her animals. She had wayyyy too many cats. She owned both houses, both properties.
My two brothers, now 32 and 28, have never done anything. The 32 year old went to college for a little while after high school and once worked a Christmas season at a music store, but since then, nothing. My other brother has never gone to college or had a job of any kind. I eventually went out and started looking for a job myself. Hot Topic (I was desperate) was about to hire me but then Derick came to visit. You know what happens from there
Soooo then about a month after I left home with Derick, my grandma died. She told me before I left, that if I left, it would kill her. I guess it did and I still feel guilty about that. But as long as she was living she would not have agreed to sell her property and try to find a better home (she had stated she wouldn't leave). With her death my parents got the opportunity to trade in all that property with a builder, and got a new home from this builder for next to nothing (the house we live in now). We did inherit too many cats from my grandma, but a lot of those were reeeally old and have since died. We have about 8 in the house now, and it's not too bad.
To make it simpler this is what my parents had to deal with: living in a run-down house with too many people and no hope for repair, grandmother next door that refused to sell the properties in exchange for good living conditions, bum kids, me running away with Derick all of a sudden (I only left a note), then my grandmother's death right after that. At first her death only brought out more hardship (taxes she hadn't paid in forever, funeral costs) but luckily her sister helped out with that.
Then my parents made the deal with the builder and my family moved in here. Soon after that I had to come home from Maryland to get my leg checked out, which would eventually turn out to be bursitis. I didn't even know about the house until the night I came home. They had me thinking I was coming home to the nasty house, I knew nothing of the deal with the builder. So that was quite the surprise
I probably shouldn't still be living at home at my age now, but, at least I take care of myself otherwise.
So, yeah I am proud of my parents, even though they should have kicked my brothers to the curb years ago.