Without going into extreme detail, I have truly come to the conclusion that some family, isn't really family at all. My Uncle Bob is the best person who I can describe when it comes to matters like this. He's anti social, doesn't care about me or my sister at all, and kinda tries to make our lives miserable. Brooklyn and I approached him asking for help for a certain situation. He has turned this into a bigger deal than it needs to be, and it's becoming a problem for us.
So now Brooklyn and I are stuck trying to find a place to live in Salt Lake, and not in the manner of which we would have preferred. I hate the idea of renting more. I found us a nice apartment, not too expensive, they will allow our dog, but it's farther way from the U than we would have liked.
I guess beggars can't be choosers, but it doesn't mean that I have to like this any less.
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