Our House
Blood-sucking parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then GO!
TOOL - "Ticks and Leeches" - Lateralus - 2001
It would appear the final issues with The Flozberks are the proceeds from the sale of Dad's house, other cash from the estate, and ongoing defamation.
The House
We built the house in the summer of 1981 for our family of me, Dad, Mom, and two dogs. Neila and Reagan, married a few years, lived 4 blocks down the same street and John lived with his wife and infant son 20 minutes north of us.
Mom said she built the house for me as a distraction after I was shot and badly hurt in a hunting accident the previous November. That never made much sense to me - my knee was my knee and the house was the house. Neither influenced the other. She did make it clear, though, that it would always be, first and foremost, my home.
Over three years after Dad was killed, Neila, Dad's unwanted executor, sold the house in May, 2022. My "share" of the house (and the remaining cash), $225,000, was sent to me wihout notice or explanation, sitting on my porch for weeks as I was out of town as part of a decidedly facepalmy, Fozberkesque uber-fiasco chronicled here in the only work sporting "douche nozzle" in the title.
That $225K is about a quarter of what the house sold for. I and Neila are Dad's two lone heirs. Dad was adamant that things be divided evenly. His worst fear, in fact, was that Neila would try to fuck me on our house (um, so to speak).
While we're here, his second worst fear was that he'd end up living at Neila's once his faculties declined more. I swore to him the latter would never happen and I pledged to do all I could to prevent the former.
Comparing This Here One Thing With That There Other Thing
Dad was my father, I was his lone offspring. Neila was Aydin's daughter and Dad's stepdaughter. Mom and Dad were my biological custodial parents.
That house was my home. I grew up there from age 12 on. Neila never lived there.
I found the lot. I designed the house on Dad's drafting table, making what Mom had in mind fit in what at first seemed like an impossibly small lot.
Both members of my household are disabled and I have over twice the life expectancy of the much-older cardiac and vascular time bomb Neila. Really, it seems farfetched to me that she'll survive until I finish writing this sentence.
Neila and Reagan, heads of a household adverse to substantial gainful employment, have sucked up six- or seven-digit windfalls from FOUR different camps of old people (plus one newspaper contest). Mutchie, Aydin, Reagan's parents, and Mom/Dad each abundantly stuffed their pockets (and ALL FOUR ended in disaster under their watch).
I have just such one source for intergenerational wealth - Dad.
In the 1990's, I lived at one of the apartment buildings Mom and Dad owned and contributed heavily to labor, security, and protecting Dad. I even took a bullet in a weeks-long struggle with Jamaican crack dealers who took over the block.
In razor-sharp contrast, our tenants had no idea Dad even had a stepdaughter and stepson-in-law - Neila and Reagan were not involved with the business.
Bottom Line
Shall we recap? Dad was my father. The house was my home. I found the lot and designed the house. I've been crippled since age 12. I (hopefully) have a longer life to finance. I was part of the machine that enabled the house to be built, held, and maintained, having started working at our apartments at age 8 in 1976.
None of those things are remotely the case with Neila, yet she is trying to waltz away with 3/4 of the value of house + an unknown amount of excess cash without a peep of explanation. I must make it clear that Dad would be outraged and heartbroken to know about the lack of explanation, much less the shafting itself.
Mom and Dad trusted Neila as their executor (Dad did NOT want her in that position) and she has shit on them, especially Dad, who took her in and raised her as his own.
Unconscionable.
They are at the biggest crossroads of their lives.
Either:
- Fulfull parity,
- Provide a valid, detailed argument for why parity need not be fulfilled, or
- Prepare to reap a series of badass whirlwinds holding potential to long outlive both Neila and I while impacting the lives of multiple generations of her progeny.