OK. So my mother, unbeknownst to me, has been keeping a life insurance policy on me for the past several years.
This year, she decided that it was time for ME to start paying the premium, and turned it over to me. I paid it once, before I realized that continuing to do so was sort of silly, for several reasons:
a) I have life insurance through my job, AND insurance that will pay off my house if I kick the bucket. So those two things together oughta be enough to bury me and pay off whatever dangling bills I have.
b) Because I don’t have a spouse or children (just two dogs and two rats), and my sister has BOTH, the scales are somewhat unbalanced, here. I mean, if I keeled over RIGHT NOW, my mom would be my beneficiary. But if I die tomorrow, and she dies the next day, honey, my sister RAKES IT IN (well, OK, it’s not like we’re rolling in dough, or anything, but work with me, here)–she gets life insurance, a house, a car, and whatever’s “in the bank” (checking, savings, investments, etc.) for both me AND my mom (granted, she’s devastated because we’re both dead, but stay with me…). On the other hand, if my SISTER dies tomorrow and my mom dies the next day, I get… half of my mother’s assets, and the rest go to my sister’s husband (I do still get the same amount of devastation as my sister would, however). OK, this is really making me sound selfish and unloving, but my point is WHY should I feel compelled to leave extra money, possibly to someone I’m not even related to, by paying for an EXTRA life insurance policy?
So I told my mom that, since she was the one who’d been paying for the extra policy on my life, SHE should cash it in–get a new outfit, take a trip, whatever.
There was a little bit of argument, but eventually she agreed.
She used the $$$ to buy life insurance policies on my sister’s kids (twins, 10 months old) for the next seven years. Groovy, right?
Well. She informed me the other day that when the seven years are up, or at whatever point that SHE ceases to grace this earth, it shall become MY job to pay for the life insurance on the twins.
WTF???
Her reasoning is sound; my sister will just let the policy lapse, she says (and this is probably true; my mom had a life insurance policy on my sister, too, but when she turned it over to my sister, that’s just what happened), ESPECIALLY if she’s without a job…
Now don’t get me wrong. I love my sister. I ADORE my niece and nephew, and will do all I can to make sure they have happy, plentiful lives. But why should I pay so that my sister and her husband will have money if something happens to the twins (God forbid)?
What, I reasoned, if I’M without a job in seven years?
You won’t be, my mother said.
I told her I wouldn’t do it–perhaps out of principle, perhaps out of sheer PMS–and she swears she’ll haunt me from the grave if I don’t. :rolleyes:
I told her I’d have her ass exorcised.
I think another issue at work here is that I’m tremendously resentful of OBLIGATION. One of my biggest pet peeves is when I do something for someone to be nice (like go over to my mom’s house and make us a lovely, schmancy breakfast on a Saturday morning) and it then becomes my JOB (I guess you can figure out how I spend my Saturday mornings now… :rolleyes: ). So part of it is that I’m pissy that I should be EXPECTED to do this…
…yet why do I feel guilty for sticking to my “NO” guns?
Oh–and did I mention that this is my OLDER sister (by NINE YEARS)???