My dad is the executor of his mother's will, and let me tell you, "Give away my estate to the family equally," is not easy to accomplish. In fact, it's near impossible. I know that grief can be tough. I realize the wound is sort of still raw. I am surprised, however, that my father didn't foresee the arguments and pettiness his brothers and sisters are exhibiting.
Their newest outcry is that my mother shouldn't see any of my grandmother's jewelry before they do because "she's not family." She's been married to my dad for thirty-seven years and has been putting up with the Welles family crap for even longer. I guess they expect her to close her eyes whenever she goes into the dining room or certain parts of the house.
Moral of the story is, I will make sure to be specific. And hopefully, if I ever have children, they won't grow up to be unreasonable assholes.
I'll just sit here and watch my family eat each other.
Dinner and a show.
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