I think I mentioned some time ago my sister's refusal to have anything removed from the house while Mom was still alive. One of the reasons for this was because she wanted us all to gather and select mementos, as (she said) we did after Dad's death. I don't remember doing that, but in all fairness that could be my memory ...
Well, Mom died in early August. Because brother and sister had been rushing back and forth during her decline over the past several months, and because she was being cremated, it was decided to hold the memorial/funeral service this month. So brother and sister return for the service. Sis was going home today (Saturday) and brother & family tomorrow.
At one point I said, "When are we going to pick out mementos?" Brother said early today (Saturday). So I get up, put Mom's clothing out (thinking maybe somebody might want wolf-themed sweatshirts and the like), and her jewelry boxes, and her wolf Christmas ornaments.
They had said they'd be here by 10 a.m. By 10:30 I decided I was going to run out and do a few brief errands (like get some toilet paper ...) and notified brother via iPad message of this.
When I got back (and I didn't rush), there's brother outside talking to a couple of real estate assessors/salespeople, and SIL and nephew standing in the cluttered living room (noplace to sit down).
Me: "Sorry, had to run out and do some stuff. Where's sis?"
SIL: "Oh, she had to leave for the airport earlier than she expected."
Me:
So. I could've disposed of 90% of this stuff over the five years I've been here. But Sis kept putting a spoke in the wheel, saying she "wasn't comfortable" getting rid of anything while Mom was alive. Oh, and there was also the bit about the Walton-esque gathering of the children to pick out mementos.
And then the fucking bitch CAN'T MAKE ANY TIME TO PICK OUT ANY FUCKING MEMENTOS.
AND this has now left the bulk of the removal on me ... brother & family live on the prairies and cannot be here to help, and she has zoomed off back to her West-coast home and she will certainly not be any help.
I am so seriously fucking pissed off at her. I said nothing to SIL ... or brother ... because what's there to say, really? None of this can be undone. I can't turn the clock back and empty out the house and when she shows up, laugh and say "Fuck you. Sue me." (Believe me, if I could, I most definitely would.)
The only bit of light in this is that SIL informed me that I need to focus on removing the stuff I want to keep before anything else. The people handling the estate will come in and sell/donate/recycle the remaining stuff. So it is not, thankfully, entirely on my shoulders.
But I am still profoundly pissed off at her. Thanks for making my remaining time in this house so fucking unpleasant, bitch.
Well, Mom died in early August. Because brother and sister had been rushing back and forth during her decline over the past several months, and because she was being cremated, it was decided to hold the memorial/funeral service this month. So brother and sister return for the service. Sis was going home today (Saturday) and brother & family tomorrow.
At one point I said, "When are we going to pick out mementos?" Brother said early today (Saturday). So I get up, put Mom's clothing out (thinking maybe somebody might want wolf-themed sweatshirts and the like), and her jewelry boxes, and her wolf Christmas ornaments.
They had said they'd be here by 10 a.m. By 10:30 I decided I was going to run out and do a few brief errands (like get some toilet paper ...) and notified brother via iPad message of this.
When I got back (and I didn't rush), there's brother outside talking to a couple of real estate assessors/salespeople, and SIL and nephew standing in the cluttered living room (noplace to sit down).
Me: "Sorry, had to run out and do some stuff. Where's sis?"
SIL: "Oh, she had to leave for the airport earlier than she expected."
Me:
So. I could've disposed of 90% of this stuff over the five years I've been here. But Sis kept putting a spoke in the wheel, saying she "wasn't comfortable" getting rid of anything while Mom was alive. Oh, and there was also the bit about the Walton-esque gathering of the children to pick out mementos.
And then the fucking bitch CAN'T MAKE ANY TIME TO PICK OUT ANY FUCKING MEMENTOS.
AND this has now left the bulk of the removal on me ... brother & family live on the prairies and cannot be here to help, and she has zoomed off back to her West-coast home and she will certainly not be any help.
I am so seriously fucking pissed off at her. I said nothing to SIL ... or brother ... because what's there to say, really? None of this can be undone. I can't turn the clock back and empty out the house and when she shows up, laugh and say "Fuck you. Sue me." (Believe me, if I could, I most definitely would.)
The only bit of light in this is that SIL informed me that I need to focus on removing the stuff I want to keep before anything else. The people handling the estate will come in and sell/donate/recycle the remaining stuff. So it is not, thankfully, entirely on my shoulders.
But I am still profoundly pissed off at her. Thanks for making my remaining time in this house so fucking unpleasant, bitch.
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