you don't need any money, you don't need this house. you live fucking three hours away anyway in a dream house near the beach with a huge car. what ever happened to the two million dollars you got from your pathetic divorce? oh yeah, it went to some bible bashers and to all the operations you need. you know what? it's not OUR fault you're fucking fat AND a dumb ass, and if i ever fucking see you again i'm gonna say those exact words to you. if we had our way we wouldn't have a thing to do with you so why do you think we care? it's funny how religious you are but how much of a bitch you are, of course something that isn't even real would have to love someone like you. i don't beleive in hell but there has to be a place for someone like you when the fortunate day comes when you finally die. "it always has to be about YOU and where YOU need to live." it wouldn't if you weren't fucking kicking us out you fat, hideous cunt.