Small update, HUGE long therapy text:
I feel pretty good today. Mom’s doing great. We had SUCH a great night–even tho we were only out for an hour, we felt like we connected, refreshed. Fiancée really loved it. Mom had a blast with her new friend.
I feel at ease with things. I have a meeting with my lawyer set up for a week from today. I wish it was sooner, but all this stuff kind of breathes at its own pace.
This has really stuck with me. I know the next line was “that’s what your lawyer is for,” but I really do not have to defend myself. I haven’t done one single thing wrong. Thank you for typing out something silly and simple but kind of profound to me. I didn’t do anything to cause their behavior.
I made a promise to my dad that I would do my best to mend fences just before he died. I take stuff like that kind of serious, as a matter of principle.
I don’t know what all dirty laundry I’ve aired (let’s just get it all out there: THIS IS MY THERAPY and you are all my therapists! God if I could be in talk therapy right now…it’s very difficult time to get therapy). Anyway–stick with it, this is cathartic for me! here it all comes!
My brother ditched my folks over his second wife, who he ended up having to RUN AWAY FROM due to physical abuse. They bought him a house he bailed on. He constantly told my dad all his father-in-laws were better than him.
We were inseparably close most of my life. I saved his life after his first divorce, then we fell out because of his behavior around his second marriage, then he “needed his family” again after THAT marriage imploded, so we grew very close again. Then he met wife #3 and slowly they started to change. They are very materialistic and it stopped being all that fun to be around them because it was always “LOOK AT HOW WELL WE LIVE! WE TRAVEL PLACES!!” Now that I’m writing this out, I realize all of our falling outs revolve around his various women. Wow, this therapy stuff is already working!
It was around this same time (wife #3) we found out dad has a stroke and it messed up his balance, so he’d fall and not catch himself. He just retired and wanted to get all the junk done to the house so he could live out his days there. We put a new roof on, we repainted the whole thing (it’s a Victorian and painted-lady style, not a very fun repaint project). When I say “we repainted the house” I mean my mom and my dad and I with rollers and brushes. I did all the young-guy stuff and they did what they did the lower stuff.
We also had to dig up all the brick pavers and poured tons of new sidewalks, decking, and railing. We pulled up all the decking on the wraparound porch and installed that plastic wood stuff. We put new windows in. I was out there working every day. I am self-employed and have a flexible lifestyle (which puts me in a great position to take care of my mom now). The bottom line was mom and dad needed a heck of a lot of manual labor help, and they had it in me.
Brother and I had a routine of being in touch that fell away. He stopped calling or texting. I finally reached out to him and he was real aloof, and said he heard I had been helping mom and dad out a lot with projects.
Yep. They need help. I can help. I’m helping.
“Well…I just feel bad I can’t be around to help out more.”
Come when you can! Bring a shovel!
“Well but on the weekends I have to work my extra jobs…”
Ok then be happy I can help. Why are you being so weird?
“Well I just think mom and dad would RATHER you help…I think they like spending time with you more.”
Ok so YOU need therapy, got it.
That was probably the last honest conversation we have ever had.
After that, his wife literally drug out court records to try to poison my parents against me (over a credit card debt). That didn’t work and soured everyone on their behavior. I wrote her asking her to find a better hobby than looking me up with her FBI credentials, and boy, she let me have it. “We don’t love you no one cares about you, You’re pathetic” and so on and so forth (literal quotes).
Again, one of those kind of nuclear lines in the sand. Brother didn’t want to touch it–he would have been inclined to just never ever speak with me again, he hates dealing with problems (he just hangs back and waits for people to call him). I texted him and said we had to deal with it, and he needed to come to me.
He refused.
After some time, I finally reached out to him. He stood by what she said and added a “fuck you” before hanging up.
Well, that was a breaking point for my dad. So the NEW estrangement was on. And it sucked…I spent a lot of time trying to help my mom to stop crying, or consoling my dad every time he’d ask “where did we go wrong as parents?” It was heartbreaking. It was infuriating.
But, yet, I continued to reach out. Sometimes I’d text him at random. “I love you, Brother. You’re the only one I have.”
Nothing.
He never reached out.
One final straw for me was we were all kind of sorta trying to make nice–his kids, my neiflings–and my folks always got together as a group for family events.
I know I’m coming off as the “goody-two-shoes” and last time I was in therapy she told me “You take on a lot of the ‘good son’ roles” which pissed me off–I HAVE TO DO the things or the things don’t happen. All that to say I had to orchestrate every get-together, but we did, up until COVID.
Anyway our gaggle was meeting for Thanksgiving and brother promised dad he’d be there. Dad was so excited to have the WHOLE family there.
Brother no-call/no-showed. That night I texted him and said whatever his beef with me was, he needed to have a unilateral relationship w dad, that there weren’t many good years left and someday he’d regret it.
That was pretty much the last measurable contact we had before this year’s downturn. He had to be more involved because at one point I was under COVID restrictions, and just by sheer necessity he took my dad to the ER once. He didn’t come around much, didn’t call me ever. Right at the end, he got butthurt after seeing I was reaching out for professional guidance as I was watching my dad slip away. He said it wasn’t fair he wasn’t more in the loop. But it’s the same shit–just more responsibility on me to keep him informed all while he hangs back and doesn’t help all that much. That was the day dad went into the hospital.
He didn’t want to come visit. He would bring up over and over this good visit he had with dad a month prior and “I said my goodbyes then.” He refused any ashes after the funeral. He seems to be uninterested in the whole thing.
I promised my dad I would make nice. I did. We had one conversation about how troubling I found it so many people were saying the house has to go (and can you NOW SEE the sentimentality involved with this house? Can you see how my folks wanted to BE SURE it went to me? So much love and work went into it. Now it’s a big problem I have to solve)…that was the last time we spoke. He hasn’t called to ask what the plan is, or if I found out any more info.
No, all he’s done since then is be an asshole and let his family attack me.
I’ve tried to play nice. I tried to mend fences. I kept my promise to my dad. I woke up today realizing both brother and his son have threatened “legal trouble” for me. I’m pretty sure protocol is to cut off all contact after such threats–why put myself in further legal peril? I should wait to hear from his lawyer.
I woke up realizing I don’t have to talk to them or give them any access until after we talk to my lawyer. I can cut them out like a cancer.
I saw that message from Nelliebly. I don’t have to defend myself. THERE IS NOTHING TO DEFEND. They are attacking me based on a possible outcome. But the house was never going to anyone but me. The will is as the will says.
Mom and dad didn’t trust him, which is why all of this responsibility is foisted off on me. I sure don’t want it.
I felt this obligation to fix our relationship–the promise to my dad–but I tried. They are assholes.
I realized I don’t have to gladhand them anymore. I don’t have to suffer through being around them and playing cordial. We can all just be done. DAD IS GONE. NONE OF THIS MATTERS NOW.
I feel relieved. I feel like I have a long history of reaching out and trying to play nice. He has a history of attacking me, flinging insults, and generally being a dickhead. I would LOVE for him to pursue legal action. “Hey I’ve estranged myself from my family and broken their hearts. I was left out of the will and my brother, who had been taking care of both of them for years, is in charge and I don’t like any of this. Can we sue them for resentment?”
I haven’t done anything wrong, but MOREOVER I haven’t done anything to give the insinuation of impropriety. It’s literally just those people day drinking on a boat talking shit about me.
I have never done anything for them to think I am dishonest. They have made major conspiratorial assumptions, it’s all crazy-people shit. He doesn’t know me on a personal level and has no way to even gauge how honest I may or may not be. Same goes for my nephews. He hated the relationship I developed with my parents. He’s jealous. And he’s alienated himself.
I tried. I’m never trying again.
I don’t think legally I have to ever speak with him. I did NOT show him but one of the nephews knew how things were cut so verbally, so I hope now that the cat is out of the bag regarding the will, I hope they’ll back off. I can’t imagine being so legally legless that he would run his credit up any further chasing this legally, but they are frivolous. They’d love to have you out on the boat!
I feel like I’ve turned a page and I feel better, at least. I am allowing myself to focus on this wedding in a few weeks. Nothing else is very pressing–we’ll get things locked down w the lawyer and brother can deal w them from here on out. We’ll do the neuro-psych eval a few weeks before the wedding, we’ll enjoy ourselves, and I’ll hit the ground running after that. She’s happy in this bubble. I’m not going to burst it.
I’m giving myself permission to free my mind for a while.
Thank for this wonderful session of therapy.