Oh, you did not just go there. Aunt Sue, you did not just try to play a guilt trip on me.
She didn’t say anything overtly, her tone of voice and the way she said things that said “guilt trip.”
The crap over my father’s estate continues. Sue definitely wants me to take it over. She’s pushing the idea of money, but there’s something else and I don’t know what. (I’m also getting really tired of her acting like I’m supposed to know who this Tony is.) I don’t want his stuff. I couldn’t get through to our CPA today, so my tax questions didn’t get answered and I want that before I call the probate court. Theresa also promised me to ask her sister-in-law, who’s a lawyer, some questions regarding this sort of thing.
Jass pointed out that we were supposed to get the genealogy stuff as per the court agreement; or at least copies. I cringe at the thought of losing family albums and stuff because I know how important those are. But the way Sue is going, if I say that all I want is the photos and genealogy things she’ll use it as leverage or something. Nothing — not the money, not mom’s ring, nor the genealogy — is worth this. I’m exhausted after I get off the phone with her. I don’t want to discuss it. I want this to be over.
I want to do yoga or tai-chi, drink some tea, meditate, and find my quiet spot again. He’s dead. Let me bury this part of my life and move on. I’m tired of laying in bed and suddenly remembering all the nasty things from back then.
As I told Theresa last night; it’s a very tempting fantasy to go over to the trailer with a box of matches and be done with it.