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Hey, this is Stacie with another, wonderful blog post from Celibacy Diaries.
I thought of this post today. And, I forgot the i nspiration.
But, here is the post, entitled: "It's too late to do any damn thing about it".
So, let me read from my script cause I sometimes forget what I have to say.
When my grandma, Areletha Will Areletha Reece Williams Tims No Areletha Reece Williams Amerson
Tims. She and her second husband (rest in peace). Her first husband died while she was
pregnant with the youngest, who died about 2007. He was born in like 1961/62.
ummm, then she met her second husband, not sure when they got married but he died in
the 90s and she and her second husband owned plenty of land, plenty of acreage, and she
owed plenty of back taxes and never really paid it.
I remember seeing the letters coming in the mailbox because I checked the mail most of
the time. all the letters, all the late notices, you know they come in different colors, you
know pink, red, pay this bill now, you know. telling her and her husband, Mr. Tims, Mr.
Lee A. Tims to pay the freaking property taxes.
My grandma died, November 8, 2000, still owing property taxes. The family-some of the family-I
don't know which ones helped pay since I gave birth to Brad the day after she died and I'm
not sure who pulled together and paid the back property taxes.
My great-grandmother had ten children and when my grandma died, only one had died previously.
And so, there was, you know, and the brothers and sisters have a lot of children between
them. and like right now, only three have died. My grandma, My aunt, and one of my great-grandma's
sons.
And that was it. No one continued to pay the taxes on the land since 2000. So it's been
14 years. and the last few months, Montgomery County auctioned off the land to the highest
bidder. The property, which has been in the family for the longest, is no longer.
A few days ago, my sister took to Facebook to discuss the family losing their land. Now
all of a sudden, the next generation, the cousins, the sisters, more cousins, now want
to discuss getting the land back.
The back taxes were over 100,000 dollars. That's almost as much as all my student loans
combined. And I paid back three of them and they still over 100,000 dollars.
All the young ones wants to rally together and save the piece of land-its a big piece
of land that no one has really stayed on since the house--my grandma house-burned down a
few years ago. About 2006/2007.
Some of them was shocked because they did not know the land was auctioned off months
ago. Guess the older generation of uncles and great-uncles did not mention this.
I sent a private IM to my sister to let her know the property was auctioned off months
ago. It's just too late to do anything about it.
The property is sold. The county has got their money. Now they sending letters to the heirs,
my mother, brothers, step-brothers, sisters, to disburse the extra for a small fee.
My grandma had four children (my mother plus three brothers. One died. Her second husband
also had four, four/five children). And most of them are still living too.
Because the family did not continue to work together with everyone to save the property,
the property is now sold to someone else.
Because my grandma and grandpa had poor financial management, while they was living, the family
lost their land.
Intermission: I don't feel no ways tired. I can't go back
to where I started from. Nobody told me that the road wouldn't be easy, I can't believe
he brought me this far, my whole life and I been working so hard.
Great intermission. Combination of James Cleveland and Nelly.
Can't go back:
So, sometimes in life, we make mistakes. We make errors. We can not go back and fix our
mistakes. It is simply too late and there is absolutely nothing we can do.
I can't go back and get rid of my *** diagnosis, even though I was faithful, I still got a
life-long disease.
I can't go back and not get married at 19 years old. Happily divorced but I should have
not got that young.
I can't go back and erase both miscarriages, even though the second one helped contribute
to my celibacy journey.
I can't go back and eliminate, remove, minimize some sex partners.
Many, and I do mean many. I should have left alone, never met, never met online, never
interacted with, never engaged with, never talked to, IMed, e-mailed....sent a second
thought to, left alone.
I can't go back and there is nothing I can do about it. But you can still move forward
and learn from your experiences. You can still learn from your mistakes. Still receive redemption.
It may be too late to change your past, but you can always change your future.
Thank you.
Stacie D. Wyatt
Celibacy Diaries.