I don't think you're acting like a vulture. Usually parents leave the lion's share of their wealth to their children and for those of us with difficult parents, we just have to work harder jumping through the hoops to ensure we get that inheritance. There were many times I wanted to scream, tell my mom how crazy she was acting, etc.... but by the time I really got to the point to do that, I already had so many years invested that I didn't see the sense in "blowing it". Besides, nothing I could have said or done would have helped or changed my mom. The few times I kinda stood up to her, we didn't speak for a while and then later she acted like everything was fine. Her reality and my reality were very dissimilar and she didn't have the ability to see my reality, so I played the dutiful daughter to get what I felt was rightfully mine. Actually, I can feel sorry for her now, now that I know way more about her past than she ever wanted me or my dad to know (he never knew). I knew she had lots of skeletons because no one is as secretive and strange as she was unless they're hiding something. What I discovered blew me away, and I'm sure I haven't found out about it all, but the trail is cold and records were kept years ago like they are today. So now I can have peace and I got the money. Fighting with her wouldn't have helped anything. My choices were to either stay and struggle or walk far, far away. I stayed and struggled and now I'm glad I did.
I actually find comfort, now, in the fact that she died (long struggle with cancer) without knowing how I felt about her because now that I know her past, I know she would never have understood where I was coming from if I had confronted her and she would have died with even more worry and sadness on her mind. I've thought many times that God made me strong because my mom needed for me to be. She could never have handled any other kind of child, she just didn't have it in her to nurture. See, she had already lost three kids before me (one was put up for adoption when mom was young, one due to a miscarriage and another died due to hydrocephaly) and those situation combined with her childhood and things that happened before she met my dad, made her a nervous wreck and emotionally unstable and emotionally unavailable, not to mention downright mean on a regular basis.
As for my dad, well, in the Karpman triangle, he is the Persecutor and I was his Victim. I was never good enough. That has gnawed at me for so many years, (like maybe ALL MY LIFE) and I've finally been able to let it go. He was the last to die and he died letting me know he was disappointed in me, he even left that message on a cassette tape. What he actually said on the tape was, "When your in-laws are old and you go to their house, don't walk in and say 'Is there anything I can do?' ". Point being, that that was what I did at his house everyday after mom died and I wasn't very heartfelt in it, I really wasn't, but I had a lot of issues with my dad. He had a lot of issues with me too but we never discussed any of it, it just simmered a long. He left 4 cassettes with info about what to do with what, including his funeral which meant I had to listen to the first one the night of the day he died

(that's almost like abuse from the grave ) and with information. Let me tell y'all, don't leave cassettes that your kids have to listen to immediately after your death, it's cruel.
Well, enough rambling. Hang in there Kelly. I know it's hard.
Adrift ( but close to land)