(conditional love shown below)
Below is what I intended to send today to clarify my participation. It is not an opinion or merely a matter of 'how I see things'. This is how one very flawed father offered support and guidance to expedite what is in his sons' immediate mutual interests. This is not opinion, this is fact.
I rescind my previous offer of support. I've had enough. The two of you need figure this out for yourselves. I've had enough triangulation, lack of responsiveness, disrespect and pushback as to 'my role' in the dysfunction. I have none. I have no responsibility for Lynne's - or your life choices - nor the conditions under which her life came to a vey tragic, gruesome and perhaps fitting end by dying alone, surrounded by her empty vodka bottles.
Upon learning of the news, I spoke with Maureen got a handle on the situation, then stepped up, pledged my support financially, intellectually and emotionally and offered good faith guidance on how to best preserve your respective interests as SOLE heirs of Lynne's net distributable estate (to which you have only limited direct control since she likely had no will).
What do I get? Crickets from Anthony, disrespect from Brendon and the usual drama from my mother about how I fail 'the family'.
So here it is my sons, and I say this with deep pain and sadness. You two need come together, get on the same page, un-involve grams from your business as the heirs of your mother's estate (a very unexpected outcome i might add), and make your sole laser-like focus the optimization and preservation of the estate's assets to maximize your individual distributions at the conclusion of the probate process.
I am out. The ball is in your mutual courts Anthony and Brendon. I hope you can find a way to act in your mutual best interests. The time is now. Life is in session, and you are the 'deciders'. One can not act without the consent of the other. Don't let the baggage of your childhoods determine your adult choices in the present. Either open a new chapter, or repeat the same wash, rinse, dry drama to your individual detriment.
Love you both,
that is my dad politely telling me to fuck off and bury my mother on my own volition
he truly sucks as a person i guess.....
i like to see the good in people
but this is reaching
does the suicide attempt seem extra anymore?
does this blog make sense yet?
i am a product of conditional love
i have never known the feeling
of being loved
for being me