I swear to god I’m going to have to write a book. It’s becoming obligatory.
Had a GREAT first half a day. We drove mom up to visit our bananas awesome “$20,000 but we got it for $1500” wedding venue and it was every bit as fun as we thought it would be. I got her a cool compartment tray and a fun little snowman craft kit that I just sat beside her and let nature take its course.
We were on the highway (it was a long drive up and back) and I start hearing the rattling of a plastic bag and the sounds of a kit being torn open, then a muttering under-breath of her reading the instructions. Sure enough, they are all done now.
I really love her. She makes my life better…I laugh so much more than I used to.
I made the dumbass mistake of taking a call from my adopted sister. I almost didn’t but the last time we spoke she was (almost) perfectly reasonable, and we’ve shared a few nice texts since. She said she was “above the bullshit” with the rest of them and as long as mom was happy and taken care of and as long as she had a few assurances she could have a few items of dad’s, she had no quarrel and “has my back.”
So she had asked for my dad’s old recliner and his bible. I had no objections but did make a point to say that was all MOM’S STUFF and I am not stealing from her, but that I would at some point assure her she would get it, be it after mom passes or before.
This is how she works–you let her stick her toes in the door juuuuuuuuust a little, and BOY, here she comes. SHE’S MOVING IN!!!
So I was amenable to her modest request, and we spoke more then it was “but I also want his high school letter jacket and he promised me that [old car].”
Ok you’re pressing your luck now. Now way in hell mom’s going to part with that letter jacket and there’s NO WAY I’m handing over a car until I have the full legal permission to in a way that is beyond reproach.
I haven’t heard from her for a few weeks. So she called tonight and I am a stupid idiot and I answered.
She remarked about how sad she is because tomorrow would have been dad’s birthday. I said I know I’m navigating the same troubled waters.
She then told me APS called her at work to tell her I was under some kind of investigation due to “allegations.”
Now, this person is a pathological liar. I am going to belabor this point: HER BRAIN IS MALFORMED IN A WAY THAT REALITY IS WHAT SHE THINKS IT IS, AND SHE WILL LIE ABOUT ISSUES OF NO CONSEQUENCE. Think: TRUMP. The part of her brain that forms “truth” is rotted out or something. The bottom line is she cannot be trusted, ever, nothing she says is on the up and up, ever.
I found that dubious because APS agent called me and said there were NO allegations but that she wanted to make sure what I was saying was true (re: my legal agency).
WHAT I THINK HAPPENED IS THIS:
APS called her to say there have been NO allegations but that she wanted to inform the family that what I have been saying IS TRUE and that I do have the legal authority I have claimed and that all the documents are in order and binding.
I think that’s why wife #3 blasted my ass the other night–I think APS told brother I’m doing it right, paperwork is in order, and adopted sister caught wind–maybe APS called her to tell her I am in control and that’s that, maybe that is why she called me…
SHE’S ATTEMPTING TO COERCE ME INTO COMMITTING LARCENY AGAINST MY MOM AND LET HER TOW OFF THAT CAR BEHIND MOM’S BACK BECAUSE SHE KNOWS MOM SPECIFICALLY DOES NOT WANT HER TO HAVE IT.
“Dude please you said we was cool my BF has a tow truck meet me there when mom’s not because she won’t let me have it, but I swear dad said it was mine!”
…so, you call me, tell me I’m under some kind of investigation, and ask me to commit a crime.
So as I was forcefully explaining everything will be done correctly with documentation because I am under INTENSE scrutiny and if she wants to be mad about it, blame brother.
“no no brother promised he won’t sue you over this, he said he doesn’t care.”
JFC on a donkey…these people are psychotic.
I blew my top. I wish I hadn’t but I’m also not sorry–the cursing started. “I’m not fucking stealing a car from mom that you specifically know she doesn’t want you to have you goddamn idiot.” Mom overhears.
I’m ripping ass and she quickly deduces who I am talking to and what’s happening. She STERNLY demanded the phone. I put it on speaker.
Mom…really let her have it. Both barrels.
“I love you but don’t approve of the way you treat me and I don’t approve of the way you treated your father and I think it’s DISGUSTING that none of you have offered to see me or check on me but now you’re trying to steal my stuff. IT’S MINE, my husband died and I’m just trying to get my head back on straight and HE HAD A WILL and THESE ARE HIS WISHES.”
I told you all, mom’s getting sharper. My jaw dropped before I demanded a high five. Sister started demanding a “reading of the will” and I said “WE DID THAT. ALL INVOLVED PARTIES WERE THERE: MOM. EVERYTHING. IS. MOM’S. How do you not know how wills work?!”
At that point my said to hang up so we did.
Mom has been spiraling since. We had to double up on her sleepy meds and I have her in bed where I’m about to go lay soon as I finish this. She’s terrified they are going to break in the house and take something she cherishes.
I have the house extra locked down, security system and motion camera inside. We also called the police to make sure they understand certain persons are not to be on that property and the make and model of the car and description, and they are going to do extra patrols. We’ll go there tomorrow to do something nice for dad’s birthday.
This is the end of the family. Everyone is blocked and I’ve already contacted a mean MEAN lawyer who is going to be the mediator. No one is to speak directly to me ever again. Mom wants some kind of restraining order on the property. She wants them to not be allowed to come withing X amount of feet of the property. I don’t know if that’s something I can do but I will look into it.
I can’t re-read for typos I really need to go calm her down. She needs rest.