{"id":55156,"date":"2023-01-27T17:01:41","date_gmt":"2023-01-27T22:01:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.shamusyoung.com\/twentysidedtale\/?p=55156"},"modified":"2023-10-05T12:33:29","modified_gmt":"2023-10-05T16:33:29","slug":"sims-4-overthinking-legal-issues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.shamusyoung.com\/twentysidedtale\/?p=55156","title":{"rendered":"Sims 4 Overthinking: Legal Issues"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last week, Jimbo, the youngest son of the Smith family, redid the entire house. He outfitted the place with cutting-edge designs like animal print carpets and wood panel walls. His reasoning was that it would ultimately up the property value, and give his mom an excellent place to spend her advancing years. Obviously, from his work, he ended up blinded by what turned out to be a vanity project along the way. His sister ended up taking up the housework he was supposed to do, and his mother ended up resenting his help more than appreciating it. It’s tricky, disliking something that someone is doing to help you. On the one hand, they’re putting in time and resources, on the other, she didn’t ask for it.<\/p>\n

Jumping forward another 20 years, we’re in 1990. Mrs. Smith is gone. She was moved into hospice care in her nineties and expected not to last a month. Jimbo was left housesitting while Mom was in the home, and all the kids visited frequently knowing they didn’t have long with her. Much to their, and the nurses’ surprise, she lived another five years. She got to meet her first great-grandbaby, spite a doctor she really hated, and see New Coke fail before she died. She went happy, and a little glad she didn’t have to go in her newfangled decorated house.
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Of course, her extended and unexpected hospice stay left Jimbo in charge of the house long-term. What was supposed to be a month or two, turned into five years, and by the end of it he was thinking of the place as his own. When his siblings asked what he was going to do now that Mom was gone, he shrugged them off. In his assumption that things would remain the same, he missed them side-eyeing one another.<\/p>\n

See, their mother knew from Jimbo’s big talk during the renovations that he intended to sell the house once she went. It was big, and old, and he thought of it more as property value than a family home. None of the kids really felt attached to the place, since their childhoods were right in the middle of the Great Depression and held a lot of baggage. But all the same, Mrs. Smith didn’t like the idea of it selling. In the last five years, of course, Jimbo had moved in and gotten comfortable, but he hadn’t told his mom he liked the idea of keeping it, he just assumed it would be left to him. It was he who did all the work on it, after all.<\/p>\n

Of course, his siblings knew better, and neither of them were surprised when the place was instead left to the daughter. From Jimbo’s perspective, he’d done all the work. But from Mrs. Smith’s perspective, it was her daughter who did the dishes, and the laundry, filled her medication bottles, and bought her groceries. Jimbo was too busy upgrading his assumed inheritance.<\/p>\n

The daughter will need a name since she’s about to come up frequently for a stint. Let’s go with…Betty. I keep forgetting that these people are baby boomers in their 70s. It was just weeks ago when they were nameless little kids living in poverty. Ah, time does fly.<\/p>\n

So, Jimbo’s living in the house, and it’s been left to Betty instead. This quickly becomes a legal disaster. Betty doesn’t want to force her brother out of the house, but his attitude is quickly becoming so bad about it she minds less and less. To make matters more complicated, Betty never mentioned to her mom that she too intended to sell the place, and Jimbo insists that Betty kept that truth from her intentionally to get the house. Both of them half-heartedly attempt to lawyer up, but Jimbo still isn’t leaving. He renovated it, he’s been living in it, and in his eyes, it’s his.<\/p>\n

Even worse, Betty isn’t in the best of health, and neither is their oldest brother…uh…Jim…No wait, Jim and Jimbo doesn’t work, okay, uh…Jera…moot. Jeramoot. That’s a name, sure. Jeramoot, Betty and Jimbo. This is fine.<\/p>\n

Anyway, ahem, Jeramoot<\/em> has been intaking asbestos worksite fumes and tobacco for the better part of four decades, and he isn’t doing so well, slowing down the process. Betty was willing to fight about it, but Jimbo’s been living in the house for over seven years by the time she gets around to it, and it needs a lot of work. He’s been smoking inside, he’s got a few cats to keep him company, and he’s generally turned the place into a cesspit.<\/p>\n

The fighting turns into quiet resentment that no one really brings up anymore. Jimbo lives quietly in a house that isn’t his, and Betty is too tired to care. Sometimes a grandchild who doesn’t know better will place an ill-timed question tangentially connected to the situation, leading to more side-eying over a holiday dinner, but that’s about it. Ah, family.<\/p>\n

Jimbo’s plan to sell the place completely fled his mind with all the legal issues and fighting. In fact, if asked today he’d insist he always intended to live out the rest of his life in his ‘childhood home’. Jimbo started with good intentions, but has gotten bitter and often spitful as time has gone on. Likely, his mom made all this worse when she was alive by constantly pointing out how he could be more like his siblings. Jeramoot had the family business and Betty had the grandchildren. He’s attached his self-esteem to owning this house, which is toxic and sad. Everyone could have done better, and now there’s an inch of cigarette tar on every interior wall of the building. Sad.<\/p>\n

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Eesh. What a cheery Sims build. You can almost smell it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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