I am the third generation since they finally looted and gone. Still, I did not find the anchor. My grandparents lost everything and became refugees from high-class people, in their land, my parents struggled all their lives. India was on her knees in poverty/helplessness when I was born. And it took my whole life to stand, and felt that I am breathing. I hope the whole Royal clan and their descendants rot in hell, looking at them, I have gained all the respect for my Scripture, what goes around comes around, and that is called Karma. And I have seen poetic justice this family rotting in hell on this earth. And we all are seeing, where future king our old charlie talking dirty to his side gig when she is still married to another man, I feel sorry for him. Future queen is keeping her bed warm with her side gigs, I do not have to go their very dirty lives, despicable behavior, personal lives full filth and dirt.
I said OK. And I said while we’re at it does my rent include my own bathroom, or do you get to use your bathroom and mine too? Because all of your friends come over, look through my things, and use up all my toilet paper. He was in near tears at this point and retorted, “but I loved that you put up a new shower curtain and I just wanted to make a nice home here I was proud of, and as for the toilet paper, I use it to clean my ears out.” How would you feel when the person you are marrying, has dipped his wee in some other married woman’s wee-wee and came to you as if nothing had happened. All with his dirty wee, at that time, thank God, it was not me in place of Diana.