As Posted to Facebook.

Looting the family home.
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What was it sixteen years ago? My brother Jim Berladyn was looting the house and selling items on Ebay. I caught him coming down from the attic with a box of toys. Right away he blurted out angrily that they were all his. Standing right in front of him I looked down and I see toys I was given. I told my sister who looked up his Ebay account, there he was she said, selling all kinds of things from the house with no permission. He later changed into multiple Ebay accounts to hide his actions.
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For stuff in plain sight he would go to mom. He’d tell her to let him sell everything and he’d give her 50% of the sale. Perhaps that was fair, I don’t know, but his motivation wasn’t mom. It was money.
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Jim Berladyn told me that Customers paying $100 per hour to fix their cars were dumb. They never noticed the emblems, miscellaneous parts, small things he could take and sell on Ebay. I witnessed all of this. Then he bragged he made enough money selling on Ebay to pay for his $12,000 truck.
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I remember being angry about this. I worked honestly, only getting paid for what I actually did. Not even hourly, but a contract price where I more often than not did extra work unpaid. I’m sure the contractor I was working for will remember this story. He almost convinced me to get out of this house.
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I finally came to all green lights inside. I was with a Realtor and I remember I could let anyone know or they’d derail me. Part of my pain was letting go of everything lost by not continuing to save RRSP’s and the emotion, money and time wasted in this house. I had to let it all go. Let them all win. I settled on a Townhouse in Port Moody for many compounding reasons.
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When I was negotiating and making offers I became nervous. I decided that I needed someone to make sure I wasn’t making a big mistake. My brother Jim Berladyn took me to buy his place, I offered objective opinions on different properties and companionship. When I took my brother Jim to see the townhouse, he laughed in my face. I can’t afford more like him he concluded. He was “better” than me. He was right, I should buy a house, but as a big brother, he did nothing to help me look. He just took my pride.
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Immediately I knew this was an emotional set back which would cost me dearly. I'm sensitive. The way I am, at least a year with having to nurse my emotions. Ok, most of you may not be like that but I am. I take it personally when people who are suppose to care about me laugh at my expense. Especially if I have cared about them and actually helped them at great expense.
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I can’t win no matter what I do here. Today I feel like asking someone to just shoot me and put me out of my misery. You know one of the concerns I had in buying that townhouse or any property? If I left home, home would likely collapse and the emotional vacuum of it may have actually taken me with it. Even if I didn’t live here. It would be the guilt.