Greed

When my father died, I was too upset to even think about a will. I loved him so much.

My father made very good money. We had always been well-off with beautiful houses, cars, and anything we wanted. He knew he was going to die, and he'd made it clear that he was going to leave US money.

When my relatives asked to see it, she first told them they could drive four hours to where we lived, meet her at the bank, and she would open the safety deposit box, not letting them touch anything, and putting it right back. She said this knowing they wouldn't actually do that.

When my half sisters pressed it, she advised them to "pay for their own lawyer" if they wanted to see it, or deal with her lawyer.

After he died, my mother immedately paid our experensive house off in full, plus some other things. Every now and then, she'd forget and let it slip how many thousands of dollars she had in such and such account, etc.

What's sad is, here we are struggling like the average family. If I had the money that was rightfully mine, I could have used it to pay for a house in cash. My family could be living comfortably right now. After all, that was the reason my dad wanted me to have it.

Every now and then, she buys my expensive gifts and expects a big "thank you". I'm like, "Thank you for taking MY money and buying me presents with it?" This helps her control the money, never giving me freedom of how to spend it. She's a control freak.

To this day I don't know what was left to me, and never will. It's not that I wanted the money, but man at the greed! This makes me sick! My Father had right under a million in his will. To this day, I have no idea how much was supposed to go to me, or my half-sisers and half-brother. I never will.