It is not uncommon for families to break apart over a loved one’s belongings. Sometimes it becomes so severe that those who are destined to inherit may disagree.
A woman told the story of her mother and the bequest she made to her deceased mother.
The woman started out by saying that she was the one who took care of her mother when she was battling cancer. The woman went on, “It goes without saying that I will support Mom through this illness at every turn because she has always been my best friend.”
Her rapacious brother and aunts were only there when they needed something, which was usually to have their bills paid, but she was always there for her mother.
“How could my mother have caused me such pain?”I used my hand to wipe my nose as I was thinking. The poor woman couldn’t stop thinking, so I began to worry, “As a typical overthinker, if I had given her enough attention in those last few months.”
Subsequently, she noticed the lawyer approaching her and presenting her with an envelope.
When the woman opened it, she saw an address scribbled on a piece of paper. She had no idea what was going on.
She initially thought it might be the location of a storage unit her mother wanted her to empty. To start with, the attorney didn’t say much. He merely reaffirmed to the woman that she was the one her mother cherished above all others.
When the woman got to the address, she saw that her mother had given her a gem of a house. The home that was in front of her was so magnificent that it resembled a dream mansion. Even the woman’s favorite flowers were in the yard.
As it happens, my mother was fully aware of how my brother and aunts were the largest spenders of money. But she wanted me to have a future and a place to start a family. “To create new memories in a place that obviously has her spirit,” the woman continued as she related her story.
A subsequent correspondence, discovered on the kitchen table of this recently purchased home, described how the mother had bequeathed the funds to her sister and son, fully aware that they would fritter them away as soon as they obtained them. But she also wanted to teach children the value of family—a lesson they would most likely discover after they had squandered their whole inheritance.
But as I sit here in my new kitchen, enjoying coffee from the coffee machine I’ve always wanted, I realize that material items never defined my mother’s love. Because it was in this house, I knew this present would mean more to me than anything else.
“Hey, Mom? You remain the greatest.
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My Cousin Brags about Her ‘Achievements’ Despite Owing Me $5,000 – I Thought About Taking Action, but Karma Took Care of It for Me
When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!
It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.
It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”
I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.
Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.
The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.
“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.
She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.
“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.
She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.
I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.
The holiday mood? Completely ruined.
When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.
“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”
The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.
“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.
“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.
“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.
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