|My Mom's house. South Carolina|
I am sure some of you wonder why I don't talk about the family that I was born into. Y'know - my Dad, Mom, sister and brother? It's easy enough to explain - my parents are dead and my sister and brother have cornered the markets on bad parenting, illegal dealings and drug addictions. I do not say any of that lightly or with exaggeration - they just are not people I have ever wanted in my life or that of the family I was lucky enough to marry into and am raising. Believe me, I have given them the chance - over and over again - but eventually their "lifestyle choices" prove to be too much [even for me] and *poof* they're gone.
The "fun" in the dysfunction this time concerns my sister. Our mother died in September, 2010. Not unexpectedly because she had been quite ill for a long time so the funerals [yes plural - she had to have two] went smoothly. My sister was named executor of our mother's estate and it should've been settled and dispersed by May, 2011. As my sister went over the paperwork she discovered some shady dealings on our brother's part, plus a large sum of money missing. No worries - our mother had disinherited dear old Jeffrey - and the rest was left to Laura and me. Included in the bequeaths were specific pieces of jewelry for me, my sister and all of our mother's granddaughters.
No problem, right? Not in this family. For reasons unbeknownst to me my sister stopped dealing with the estate. Then she stopped speaking to us. All of us. In fact, I haven't spoken/talked by email with her since early last year.
I would never had known there was no one taking care of the final paperwork had I not called the probate office in South Carolina [FAIL S.C.] only to be told that the person taking care of the paperwork had been fired in January, 2010 and my sister had made no effort to move forward with settling the estate. They gave me the run around for approximately 2 months until they finally removed my sister as executor and informed me that "we" now had to petition for a new one. [Who is this "we" you speak of?]
Three guesses who was left on the will who was of legal age [not a grandchild] and capable of assuming the responsibilities?
Ah. . .Tadpoles - you got it. Me. Now I don't know so much about the capable part [I kid] but I'm it. It took me FOUR months mailing the same piece of paperwork back and forth to South Carolina [BIG FAIL S.C.] to finally be named the executor of the estate. I had to do it though, otherwise it would've been given over to
Now the fun begins ::hack, hack, cough *hairball*:: I get to find out exactly how much my sister has stolen from the estate - including, but not limited to, our mother's savings, the furniture in the home and all of the jewelry that was given to me, Squirrel and Wallene in the will.
I already know I have to sue brother dear for the $70,000 he owes the estate [thank god for notarized promissary notes drawn up by lawyers] but now I have to track down and sue Laura too? He can't be put in jail, but she most certainly can if she can't produce a record of where the monies are, the contents of the house and the pieces given to my family.
In the meantime we have to travel to South Carolina and change the locks on the house, go through the storage unit, the bank accounts and do an inventory of what [if any] is left. Pooldad has a four day weekend coming up, so we will be road tripping here shortly.
Did I happen to mention I am on complete bedrest for the foreseeable future?
I don't know why I have to write this, but I will - I want to make this perfectly clear: This is not about money. This is all about years of abuse at the hands of these two losers and the fact that they mistreated my mother while she was alive and have dishonored her wishes in death. If it wasn't for the sanity and enormous amounts of love and understanding my husband [his parents] and our kids provide me with I have no idea where I would be now. I thank my lucky stars everyday that I have them.
Wish me luck Tadpoles. If nothing else - it promises to make for interesting blog fodder.