Welcome to our Slash Entitled Parents, where an entitled Karen loses out on a multi-million dollar inheritance.

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symbol slash followed by the word slash. Our next Reddit post is from Buck Daddy. A little back story.

I came from a highly dysfunctional family and tried to spend as much time away from them as possible.

In 3rd grade, I met a set of twins who would become my lifelong friends, and their family kind of

became like a second family to me. At the head of their family was their grandfather. He was

unexdreamly, rough around the edges, my way or the highway kind of guy, and the fact that he was

half Mexican and half Mescalero Apache didn't help. Every one of us boys at the house was scared

to death of him, and no one wanted to go out of town with him to work. When I was 21, I ended up

helping him on a job outside of Fort Worth, and during this time we bonded. I called him Pop and

he called me son. A couple of months after we started the Fort Worth job, Pop received a call

that his aunt had passed away. We stayed up having a few drinks, and he told me stories about her

until the rooster crowed. He described her to me in the same manner that us boys would describe him

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