Saturday, October 22, 2011

Highwaymen

For the sake of this post, that is the nicest way I can use to descibe Mrs. C's kids.

Just so you know, I need to write this to help dispel some of my anger. My priest and social worker told me so. Some of it is funny some sad, and some nauseating. Read at your own risk. I'm using actual real first names so there is a disclaimer of sorts.

Disclaimer- If anyone reads this and wants to sue because I attacked your integrity or moral character:
1. I have a better lawyer than you
2. I can prove in court that you have the morals and character of a 3 card Monte dealer
3. Kiss my chunky white ass.

Cast of characters:
Me
Mrs. c. (Fran) The love of my life for the last 19 years. She was beautiful, kind, loving, and had many friends who loved her dearly.
Tony, her son. Looking at his actions, I guess he loved her, in a way. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.
Cath, her daughter. Despite giving her expensive gifts and cash over the years, she had utter disdain for me. The only reason I can guess is that I was in the way of her using her Mom for free babysitting more often. Not that she ever invited Fran to her house to visit more than a couple times a year. It was a babysitting gig or nothing.

The kids _both around 40 now came to help with snow shoveling or yard work once in 17 years,

Great kids.

We were not married. No I'm not secretly Gene Simmons of KISS, Just some religious reasons.

Ok, so here's how my week went.

Monday, around 8 at night, Fran laid back at the kitchen table. I called to her, and got no response. As quickly as I could, I got in my wheelchair and went to her. When I noticed she wasn't breathing, I called 911. They came and, well, she was gone.

I called her family and told them what happened and told them the EMS took her to the hospitl. There she was pronounced.

Looking back, I was in so much pain, I let the man I treated as a son for so many years in my house when I should have told him no.

He immediately began looking for her life insurance papers!

When he couldn't find them he said he would come back tomorrow. Again, I'm in shock so I agreed.

Well, I live in a two bedroom mobile home. And Fran was a bit of a hoarder. Sorta controlled. She was under so much stress from the past 16 months that I was in the hospital, with facing death a few times, and her Mom in a nursing home getting calls about her dying every other month, well she must have cracked.

She started filling both rooms with empty boxes and other crap. So far we have removed 50 bags, and god knows how many armloads of boxes.

Wednesday was the day Tony and Cath were going to come and start to cleanup the mess their beloved mother left and to see if there was anything of hers they wanted.

Again I'm still in a state of deep mourning so I stupidly agreed.

They show up with 4 more people, Tony's wife (a really nice and decent lady-the only decent person in the horde) Cath, her daughter (the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.'nuf said) Fran's sister, who slithered in the back door along with someone I never met, and still haven't and the grand daughter Tony and his wife said hi, and she gave me a hug. Cath and her daughter, didn't say anything, just glared. They all left the same way, without a word. The only thing I said was "Please ask before you take anything, as not everything in the bedroom was hers." Who knew with her crazy behavior over the past 2 years what was now stored in that room? And to not go in the other room as everything in that room was either mine or the Spawn's.

My daughter, my sister and a friend of mine tried to make sure they were doing the few things I requested. They didn't. Cath went into Spawn's room. Spawn told her to get out. She replied it's not your room. Spawn said it was. Unfortunately, Spawn told me after the horde left.

And Spawn noticed Tony knocking quarters out of a 50 states map and pocketing the quarters. Question his character? Heavens no.

Trying to get my life back a bit, I found my checkbooks. The 40,000 dollar balance is now 900 bucks.
I found my last credit card statement. When I left it was 0. Now it is over 20,000,

Turns out Cath and daughter greedily accepted 4000 in cash, and god knows how much in prizes. I got sick after seeing a credit card bill for a 180 dollar pair of boots, and a 150 dollar collectible doll. Tony and family pocketed a cool 6000 bucks. All this from mom's Social Security, as she collected 1000 per month, along with her medical bills of 800 per month leaving her a cool 200.

All this in the 16 month period in which I was hospitalized.

THE FUNERAL

Believe it or not, this is the funny part.
There was no viewing because Fran didn't want one. There was no memorial because they are money hungry. There was a funeral, because those are free.

The funeral was scheduled on a day when I have dialysis, and could not get to the Mass on time. I cut my time short so I could make it, albeit a few minutes late.
The family sat in the front with tears because their ATM, umm I meant mother died.

I had my family, a social worker, and friends there to support and restrain me. They did a pretty good job.I yelled out hypocrite when the teary eyed daughter did a bible reading. I patiently waited for God to smite her. He did not. Damn.

Finally, I lost it. When they proceeded out of the church, I respectfully waited until Fran passed then I started in on these lowlife jerks. When I saw Cath pass I yelled out "What, did you poke yourself in the eye? The tears were phony.

Then I got in the center aisle and said "I'm the guy who loved and supported this women for almost 20 years and this family scum won't recognize me."

Immediately some old hag said she knew the family for 47 years. I said "I feel sorry for you."
She said, "what did Fran see in you?"
In a friendly manner I said "shut the fuck up." She said "You should be glad we're in church." With a final fuck you to her , I rolled away. She told her fellow bitchasaurus that she would slap me if she wasn't in a church. Spawn overheard and said "That's my dad you are talking about and no one better even think about trying to slap him. You have to get through me to get to him."

When leaving, I saw Cath's daughter, walking along and totally ignoring me. I yelled "Tell your mother I hope she dies and takes you with her."

Yeah it was mean, but it was heartfelt.

When the Spawn got into her car, a car with some old hags(we're assuming Cath's friends)pulled up behind her and started yelling and giving her the finger telling Spawn, "I hope you fucking die." Spawn(always ready to protect her dad) quickly jumped out of the car and said, "What the fuck did you say bitch?" The car then sped off. When they were a far enough distance away they then gave her the finger again. Cowards.

I still have to get copies of the death certificates I need, and the reading of the will. I need to get lawyered up.

The end.

Father Kerrigan was right.

I feel better.




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24 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Crotchety,even though I live on the other side of the world,I'm sure you could hear me screaming obscenities at those assholes."Hang in there"seems such a pitiful expression of support.I wish I could do more.Love and best wishes

(Littlebird)xxxx

Jenn Thorson said...

I'm so sorry to hear about Mrs. C, and sad to hear you're going through all this added unnecessary drama. Hugs.

FishHawk said...

I know a little bit about what you are going through. Hopefully, it won't get much worse, but get lawyered-up as soon as you can. Punching quarters out of a map--huh? Nice!

Marvel Goose said...

Wow Crotchety! Dropping multiple f-bombs in church. Shouting during the Bible reading. Are you sure John Lennon wasn't inspired by you to write "Mean Mister Mustard"?

Margaret (Nanny Goats) said...

Gosh, Joe. I'm so sorry to hear about Mrs. C. And I'm also sorry you have to go through such bullshit during this difficult time on top of it all. I'll be thinking of you.

Ami said...

The stuff that happens when people with blended (for lack of a better word) families have a death just sickens me. I only wish I weren't speaking from experience.

I don't know you. You don't know me. But I am cheering you on, admiring you saying 'fuck you' in church, and generally not putting up with shit.

Lock them out. Deal with things your way and in your own time.

Bunch of fucking vultures. So sorry.

f82bfat said...

Again, I am sorry about Mrs. C. I would say there is nothing like a death to bring the vultures out, but sounds like these particular birds were swarming long before anyone even died. So sad what people stoop to for a buck. Take care..and cheers to Spawn for defending your honor.

ReformingGeek said...

Wow. That's some crazy drama. I'm glad the funeral is over. I will be thinking about you.

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry you have to deal with such hatred...nice way to honor their mama's memory huh? When it comes right down to it, they may have her things but you had her and that's so much more important. Change the locks and get a BIG dog and then pity them for being as pathetic as they are. Peace to you! : )

Kate said...

Wow, that sucks. I'm so sorry you had to go through such a nightmare. We're thinking of you.

Sandee said...

I've dealt with this kind of bottom feeders my entire career. They care about nothing but what's in it for me. Period. I can so relate to these lowlifes. I'm sorry that this happened to you. :(

MAFW said...

Nothing brings out the truth about somebody more than a death in the family. I hope you can find some peace in the weeks ahead. *MAFW

vanilla said...

Your account brought tears to my eyes, I kid you not. Hang in there.

nonamedufus said...

I hope you get through all this, Joe. From what I know of you, you're too nice of a guy to have to go through this crap.

Quirkyloon said...

Wow. Unbelievable. I am sorry that during this time when you should have the privilege of mourning the sweet Mrs. C you have to deal with this sort of crap. Because I`m sure THEY think they have not done anything wrong. That is the mindset of a bottom feeder. So sad for you Joe.

Bradley said...

OMG, what a horrible story. I wish it was fictional. I hope your lawyer can help you straighten some of this mess. I'm sending good vibes your way.

Charmaine said...

Holy Fucking Shit. (Sorry. I'm Irish. I can't communicate without the F-word.)

I've been away along time.

You need a supportive kick-ass friend. These people are disgusting.

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