I’m ”Sarah”. I’m using this as my online name for the sake of privacy. I am a transgender female, however only 2 other people know that as of writing this. I have had (and still having) a few challenges in my life and I needed a place to vent.
I take privacy very seriously so a lot of info will be a bit vague. My mom is from an Islamic country while my dad is from Europe. He had a family before he moved to ”the country my mom is from”. He died when I was 2 and a few years later we moved to ”The European country where he was from”. We moved to the capital where we met a man who was our neighbour who we shall refer to as ”Brann”. After a few months of getting to know each other my mom decided to move with him and sooner or later I had a brother. I went to school for 4 and a half years and then this is where things get a bit complicated.
When my father died he left a house in a village he used to live in near the city where his old family is from. He gave 4 shares to each of his children (3 from his old family + me) and 1 share to my mom. We were not doing well on money so they decided to make this apartment rent-able and move to that house ”temporarily”. My mom wanted to buy of the 3 shares under my name but I was too young and she was not yet a citizen. She trusted Brann to buy of these shares and after 2 years of renovating that house we moved there. It was supposed to be only for a year or 2 but it ended up lasting a lot longer. After a year of living there they had another child and a few years later after a heated argument where he may or may have not hit her, they split up. He moved to where ever he lives now (I’m not interested about what he does now) we kept the house. However he still owned 3 shares of it and refused to give it to me. It has been resolved around April 2019 (After 1 and a half years). tl;dr After dad died and a series of bad choices we live in a village
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