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Unfortunately the saga continues boo.
Yesterday late afternoon my mom comes over to say she talked to my sister again. Not good. Not good at all. Horrible horrible devastating news. I listen to the argument and I just loose it. I cuss them all up and down, stating the obvious, stating my point of view, tell mom it's been leading up to this even before this and I'm done--I have no family, ask her how I'm supposed to feel after she tells my lawyer she has enough money to not impact her negatively and buy my childhood home outright and she talks to the snitches (rymes with) and pulls her support? What am I going to do? Where am I going to go? How am I going to face my children and tell them we have no home?
Mom says she talked to the older sister and they were talking about it and said, executor sister can be hard nosed and it's easy to be hard nosed when your giving advice but if one of executor's children later needed assistance...you KNOW she would help them. There wouldn't be any question. The stupid thing of it all...is yes, mom would be buying the house for me...acquiring the loan and putting money down initially...but as soon as my house sold (and I have 2 interested parties and I know there are more out there...because they drove up my drive and asked when people found out x was going into the army....in buying this home) but as soon as it is sold I will be able to pay mom back her down payment. I will be paying rent---rent to own. In 6 months my bank guy told me I could turn my credit around and get the house in my name. So essentially, I'm paying for every penny of the new house but just need mom's assistance in getting there...getting on my feet.
Not to mention that mom said when the time comes she wants to live with me...well, in this home is a spare room and I told her that...no matter where I am, I will take care of you as long as I am able to. I also said of my oldest sister that my lot has a through way and if she was really serious about living in a camper on my lot...that I would still have the accomodations.
But last night I totally lost it...I was angry...I sobbed...I locked myself in the bathroom...I've been thinking of plan b if mom pulled out...I told my mom my plans...mom's answer was---there really wasn't any way of doing this without a split in the family. Se said she would help me and we would figure out a way to get the house. She calls her banker again today. We told the seller we'd have to meet next week sometime instead of this weekend. She told me to trust her and I told her I didn't. She said she didn't blame me.
I cooked an awesome supper and we cleaned the house together and my 9 yr. old told us we needed to pray over the meal...I prayed to God that He bless the food to make our bodies healthy and feel better, to have Zoe and Ava do good in school, and to help lift the burdens....Zoe prayed for us getting the house....she told Grandma to pray...grandma blessed the food I prepared, thanked God for a wonderful meal with a nice little family, and prayed for everything to work out...and Ava prayed for Molly dog. Amen.
My heart feels so betrayed by my family...it isn't anything new. It's just that it has come to a head.
My sisters and mom or father did not protect me from my alcoholic sexually deviant grandfather at all through my childhood when the abuse started at age 5 up until he died my freshman year in college. They did not protect me from the boys in the neighborhood but included me in their games...they thought it was funny to get a grade schooler drunk and do adult things. They didn't stand up to my father in his fits of anger or do or say anything about my mom's manic depression. Dad worked all the time and mom slept all the time. My 2nd older sister basically raised me...she's resentful...she says it's my fault she missed out on her childhood. They are hateful that my parents sent me to a private school from 6-9th grade but it was because I was having trouble in school and especially with one teacher who had it out for me so they believed they were helping me and dad had climbed up the ladder at work and had more money then but for me, it was torture...private schools are full of snobby kids who's parents have lawyers to bail them out of the trouble they get in and get picked up in limos by private drivers and lambrogini's. They don't take kind to new country girls...they pushed me around and I fought back...with my fists so I'd be the one caught and get into trouble. It was hell...but my sisters perseive it as something wonderful I got to do. They have no idea. They were all off to college by then.
When I was a teen the 2nd oldest started to steal from me, she told me I was a spoiled brat and could get mom and dad to buy me more clothes...she stole my homecoming dress before I wore it. The 3rd oldest stole from me recently...an item from my home that belonged to my dad...the 2 middle sisters have the expensive antique furniture and crystal and pottery and paintings that were my parents...and yet they steal from me. They thought my dad was paying my way when I was on my own in Madison...it was years until that tidbit came out about why they were so mad and hateful toward me and I said, no, I was paying my own way. I may have needed help here and there like when I needed new tires....but he helped my sisters just as much as he helped me. My 3rd oldest sister had her wedding in Scotland my mom paid for. When mom sold me and my x this house...she sold it to us for under so we had some equity but not as much as everyone thinks. Dad paid for everyone's college, cars, and then some. But somehow I'm the spoiled brat.
As my friend said, she was happy to see her little bro and sis get things she didn't have growing up and understood that with time, her father got raises and was financially able to do more for his children. She never got mad or resentful. She says her little sister is in a tough spot now and has kids and her dad helps her when she needs it....she doesn't care...she thinks that's what family is supposed to do when one is struggling and needs help. She doesn't veiw that money as hers...like some inheritance as my sisters do...she sees it as his money and he can spend it how he wants. She wished my sisters could understand....and so do I.
That's the latest....as I said, the saga continues...I have no idea what is to come....all I can do is pray.
