Busy Getting Fucked...
...over.
By:
1) Maternal Parental Unit's 3rd huzband.
This lazy bastid hasn't worked in three years. Katrina (insurance money), and my MPU getting cancer was a boon for this asshole.
He drives a brand new Navigator when he's not driving a brand new 'Stang. I guess one needs variety when spending insurance pay-offs.
Lemmie back up a bit. While I was in Fla. waiting for the MPU to die, I asked this dood where her will was. While she had promised me certain things (particularly some jewelry), over and again, I've always known her to be meticulous about "affairs". He said that THEY had put a disbursement list into a safety deposit box the last time they were in S. Ms. (after she was diagnosed).
Sooo, I wait for six months (grieved enough, u prick?), before I call. I offered my assistance. "I know Mother handled that stuff, and I know paperwork can be kind of intimidating."
As is his wont, he vacillated....hee'd an haw'd..."blah blah blah".
"Uh...where's the LIST dood?"
"Whal...I went down there two weeks ago, and the only thing in the box was an empty envelope and a pen."
Uh huh.
Lil T was tired of fuckin' around.
One of the pieces of jewelry is a MASSIVE diamond ring given the MPU by my step-father. The center stone is a two carat blue-white diamond. It is set in platinum, surrounded by a ring guard that is also covered in flawless stones.
"We've spoken of this before, and I'm asking you again; Are you going to give me my mother's ring?"
He screamed something incomprehensible, and hung up.
Oh, and get THIS...my 92 year old grandmother (MPU's mother) is living in the house with this gem.
When the MPU took her in (kidnapped and made her sign a power of attorney), she came with $178,000. in a (supposed) trust fund, and $2000. a month from my granddad's pension, that was being deposited into MPU's JOINT account with this ASSHOLE.
While in Fla. I also noticed my granny didn't have any of HER jewelry. VERY odd. My granddad hooked her UP when he was alive, and she was NEVER without it.
2) My asshole (and only sibling), brother.
I called him to go over this "situation", and the son-of-a bitch screamed at me!
"You aren't entitled to anything! Where were you when she was SICK?"
"Uh...fuck stick...I DIDN'T KNOW, remember?! NOBODY TOLD ME she was sick!"
Ugh.
"Regardless of what YOU think I'm entitled to, I've been promised that ring since I was 12! It's what she WANTED, you insensitive prick. I'm her daughter! Your opinion don't mean SQUAT. Are you going to do the right thing?"
There is much more to this "story", and the conversations, but I'm so pissed I can barely type.
Long and the short of it is this: Neither of them will answer my calls. Tomorrow I'm mailing off a $1000. retainer to a probate attorney in Fla.
Anyone that has ever dealt with probate shit knows it can drag on forever with all parties incurring tremendous attorney and court costs.
ASSHOLES!
I don't care if there's nary a penny left. I ain't cavin'.
Oh, and I'm calling the Center for Aging to have a case opened in regards to "granny".
He's had the home phone disconnected, but more importantly, "Where's the MONEY?!"
Sorry for the rant. I know this is not very articulate, but I've been furious for days.
Hope all is well with you bloggy people.
By:
1) Maternal Parental Unit's 3rd huzband.
This lazy bastid hasn't worked in three years. Katrina (insurance money), and my MPU getting cancer was a boon for this asshole.
He drives a brand new Navigator when he's not driving a brand new 'Stang. I guess one needs variety when spending insurance pay-offs.
Lemmie back up a bit. While I was in Fla. waiting for the MPU to die, I asked this dood where her will was. While she had promised me certain things (particularly some jewelry), over and again, I've always known her to be meticulous about "affairs". He said that THEY had put a disbursement list into a safety deposit box the last time they were in S. Ms. (after she was diagnosed).
Sooo, I wait for six months (grieved enough, u prick?), before I call. I offered my assistance. "I know Mother handled that stuff, and I know paperwork can be kind of intimidating."
As is his wont, he vacillated....hee'd an haw'd..."blah blah blah".
"Uh...where's the LIST dood?"
"Whal...I went down there two weeks ago, and the only thing in the box was an empty envelope and a pen."
Uh huh.
Lil T was tired of fuckin' around.
One of the pieces of jewelry is a MASSIVE diamond ring given the MPU by my step-father. The center stone is a two carat blue-white diamond. It is set in platinum, surrounded by a ring guard that is also covered in flawless stones.
"We've spoken of this before, and I'm asking you again; Are you going to give me my mother's ring?"
He screamed something incomprehensible, and hung up.
Oh, and get THIS...my 92 year old grandmother (MPU's mother) is living in the house with this gem.
When the MPU took her in (kidnapped and made her sign a power of attorney), she came with $178,000. in a (supposed) trust fund, and $2000. a month from my granddad's pension, that was being deposited into MPU's JOINT account with this ASSHOLE.
While in Fla. I also noticed my granny didn't have any of HER jewelry. VERY odd. My granddad hooked her UP when he was alive, and she was NEVER without it.
2) My asshole (and only sibling), brother.
I called him to go over this "situation", and the son-of-a bitch screamed at me!
"You aren't entitled to anything! Where were you when she was SICK?"
"Uh...fuck stick...I DIDN'T KNOW, remember?! NOBODY TOLD ME she was sick!"
Ugh.
"Regardless of what YOU think I'm entitled to, I've been promised that ring since I was 12! It's what she WANTED, you insensitive prick. I'm her daughter! Your opinion don't mean SQUAT. Are you going to do the right thing?"
There is much more to this "story", and the conversations, but I'm so pissed I can barely type.
Long and the short of it is this: Neither of them will answer my calls. Tomorrow I'm mailing off a $1000. retainer to a probate attorney in Fla.
Anyone that has ever dealt with probate shit knows it can drag on forever with all parties incurring tremendous attorney and court costs.
ASSHOLES!
I don't care if there's nary a penny left. I ain't cavin'.
Oh, and I'm calling the Center for Aging to have a case opened in regards to "granny".
He's had the home phone disconnected, but more importantly, "Where's the MONEY?!"
Sorry for the rant. I know this is not very articulate, but I've been furious for days.
Hope all is well with you bloggy people.
posted by Lil Toni at 10:36 PM
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