taking over my life
So, this is the spectacular event of last night: The girls, R and Z came over. I sat them down and let them talk. And this is what they told me:The house is not mine.The life insurance is not mine. The savings is not mine. The money in the estate account is not mine.They told me I have been "grossly misinformed" by my lawyer and I am going to lose everything and they do not want me to be "shocked" when that happens. Last week, Z was so disrespectful to me that I angrily told her how much she and R hurt her father when he was alive by not visiting him unless he BEGGED her to. Last night R told me through clenched teeth that "if I ever talk to her sister again like I did last week she will sue me for all I've got."!!! I laughed. I said, "You are already suing me for all I've got. What else is there?" Then, I asked them to leave. I changed the locks to the house. R was so volatile, angry, hostile. This is a TERRIBLE way to have to live. I cannot believe this. I thought this happened to OTHER people. Not to me. I am a nice person, a good person. My life is gone. The life I had. I had a family, a husband, a daughter, four stepdaughters. We would get together with other family, on Shabbat, upstate, here, go to the Family Circle meetings. I and my honey would go dancing on Sat nights, I went on Mon nights. I would come home from work and shout, "Honey, I'm home!" and go into the kitchen and get supper started. Then I would go upstairs, change into comfy clothes, and then go into my honey's office and we would chat a bit. Then I would be back downstairs, checking my email, cooking dinner. When dinner was ready we sat in the DR together, ate together, talked about our day, our work. Maybe went for a walk after dinner. Watched some TV, read together. By 11:30 PM we were ready for bed, to do it all over again. It was harmony. It was love. It was our life. Now, all that is gone. I have no husband. My daughter lives overseas. My stepdaughters are treating me like the enemy. My in laws will have nothing to do with me. All I have is my house, which is empty, and my cats. And me. And my friends. My parents. My sister. My brother. I am fighting. Fighting for my life, for what is rightfully mine. to have a life, for my home, my possessions, my money. I have barely grieved yet. I will probably not be able to grieve until all this is OVER. What a shanda.