This is out to all my homies. This is about how people can become assholes when money is involved.
My mom is in Florida, give it up Floridians!
She is using the trust to buy two houses. One for herself and one for the wife and I.
The trust is in the hands of a new lawyer. A lawyer that my brother’s wife has.
And we change the trust. Yet my mother, who is there, decides to buy my wife and myself (her son) our own house.
Now this is even. Because the trust owns the house until my mother dies. And then all of my mother’s property will be decided by the law of the trust.
The trustees are me and my brother. And we are fine with what happens now. So far.
But the wife of the brother has to yell at my wife that she is a greedy bitch. And I do not like this. But I am not surprised. My understanding was that this shit would happen, eventually. I was ready for it. I thought I had the wife ready for it. But no. She got yelled at by the brother’s wife.
So my wife comes home from work. She sits down and cries so much that she can’t breathe. I spent a lot of time taking care of her. I don’t mind. I love her.
So… It is happening, the vultures are there or at least one. The sister in law.
I am trying to distance myself from the shitstorm that is to come.
My feeling is that the sister-in-law feels that she is being shortchanged.
My feeling is that I will still sit back, fix bad feelings. Make people happy. And remind people that MY MOTHER ISN’T DEAD YET YOU FUCKERS!
You shitbirds. you scumbags, you fucking vultures. Hold off before you pick her fucking BONES!
I will console my wife, who takes things very personally. And in this case she’s right.
I will wait. I will gather my info. I will wait. And one day… I will do NOTHING.
Because as much as i hate my sister-in-law, that is as much as I love my brother. And more. And my mother, may she live for fucking ever.
As I said earlier. I expected this shit. I drank because of this shit. I drink because of this shit. Because family is ALWAYS fucked in this situation.
I feel like some kind of Prophet! I swear that I saw this shit coming 3 or 5 yeas ago.
And Like Muad-Dib I can not change it. I see it. And now I must live it.
I am calm. The various angers wash over me, I do not feel the anger. Maybe I’m fucked in the head, Depressed, no feelings. No action.
But I can see a future of fighting and anger, and I want to fix it. Stop it. But honestly, nobody cares what I think.
It’s almost like I’ll be the last one to see the anger and strife… Right before i die. And I want to tell all involved. Just shut the fuck up and LISTEN to ME.
And dead.