Shamed for bed choice

Me and dad were best friends, his narc rich family are awful.

We were poor but happy.

Dad died of cancer during my 3L year of law school.

I kept the housing voucher we had to have somewhere to live whole I did school …. After it became clear his narc mom / narc grandma is god awful… to the scapegoat living with her at least. everyone else gets the kind version of her!

Disabled people on the other hand like us don’t deserve kindness.

Anywho. Before no contact the topic of beds and rooms came up. And it came up that I was still sleeping in my twin sized bed in my childhood/teen/young adult room … instead of taking my dads big queen sized bed and bigger room.

They lost their minds.

Freaking out about oht how it’s a waste of space , stupid, and I should take the bigger room.

Me: but it’s dads room and dads bed

Grandma: DADDY GONE! Choose the bigger bed my god what am I going to do with you god help me!

Me: no. It’s dads room.

Uncle: you have to move on.

Me: it’s dads ROOM.

Uncle: you won’t survive in the world with that attitude

Me: I don’t care . That is dads room. It’s dads bed. I don’t care about your view.

Grandma: oh so you don’t love us!?

At this point it boiled down to nonsense.

I’ve moved away by this point.

But I ever could bring myself to sleep in the bed and room dad used my entire life.

Idk. Maybe if reality exists after death…. He might need to lay down to rest or something.

Happy birthday dad ❤️