In the past, I have written about the injustice that occurred in my probate case involving my mothers estate. What I failed to share until now was the severe depression and feeling of hopelessness I experienced as a result of the courts decision and the ensuing treatment I received from my siblings, maternal grandmother and other family members. You see, I was the successor trustee of my mothers trust and was blamed by my entire family for what occurred in court. After all, I was in charge, selected the attorney, etc., so why not pin it on me? At the time I most needed their support, they all turned against me and tortured me to no end. In late December, 2008, I called my maternal grandmother from work and asked her why she was being so cruel to me. When she couldnt give me an answer, I told her that I couldnt take it anymore and that I was leaving work to take a bottle of Tylenol PM and call it a day. She not only didnt try to stop me or call the police, but actually called my brother, Jon, to tell him that I would no longer be trustee of his trust because I would either be dead or easily found incompetent for trying to kill myself. Jon then called my brother, Phil, to share to wonderful news. Phil didnt take such delight in the situation and immediately sent the police to my residence - not once, but twice. I then spent the evening at Elisses house. She and I adopted each other as siblings years ago and she gave me away when I married Andy. For two years thereafter, I went to therapy, twice a week, trying to make sense of my life. I was the common denominator and I was trying to understand what I had done in my life to deserve the abuse I had received from my family for my entire life. What I learned was that it was not about me and that I had not done anything to bring it on; rather, I was born into very toxic family and that I just needed to cut those ties for good. Since I was trustee of my brothers trusts, it was not quite so easy. I wanted the probate court to bless the work that I had done, so that I didnt leave any loose ends when I resigned as trustee. Boy, they made my life miserable and questioned every step I had taken in terms of the probate litigation, investments, expenses, you name it. Finally, about 1 1/2 years ago, the court blessed everything I had done in my capacity as trustee and the fees that I had taken, and I resigned. Good riddance to bad rubbish, as they say. I have never been happier, since eliminating such toxic people from my life. Sometimes, depression and hopelessness are tied to toxic people in your life. My pearls of wisdom is to stick around and just rid yourself of the toxicity. I never thought I would share this story, but in light of Robin Williams apparent suicide and the fact that he suffered from severe depression, I just decided to be even more authentic with everyone.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 06:04:33 +0000
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