This whole estate foolishness is still going on. I curse the fact that I never thought to ask Mom to update the trust. Uncle Shitty is still in charge, but my lawyer and I are in the process of getting him removed. This whole thing has been a joke. I can't believe a word that either he or his lawyer says. My aunt and uncle are no longer talking to me, but I say good riddance. All because they want to control or get money from my inheritance. The process is infuriating, and I cannot believe that I am tethered to a couple of assholes. I wasted no time going about the process of getting an apartment. It took a minute, but it's all ready to move into. I got a two bedroom, two bath so that I could have a bit more room to put some of Mom's furniture in. I also have two cats that will be moving with me. The new part of my life is exciting on one hand, but sad on the other. This house has been a part of my history on and off since 1977. So, mom is gone, the house will soon be gone, and I continue to fight for my financial security. I move out of my house and into my apartment on January 3rd. I will miss the security of my house, but at least I don't have to go through this process loaded. I am more lucid now that I was getting loaded and have more choices available. If I were getting loaded, it would have been so much easier for uncle shitty to take what's mine. That said, sobriety isn't always fun, but harder for others to pull the wool over my eyes.
Moving
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