I feel a deep deep fatigue.
In the last few days I've received a summons (attached to the front door when I came home), found out my brother was taking me to court to try to become my mother's guardian and (more likely the point) conservator of all her assets (and he has some traction because I made mistakes in her accounts--no theft or fraud, but errors). So my old terror of losing the house is back.
To top it off, after I emailed him to please not return to the house, he emailed back that he WAS going to be staying here (last night). I felt terrified, invisible, like a bug on the sidewalk. You can threaten my security, slander me to the neighbors and campaign against me, and I'm supposed to say, Do come in, your room is ready?So there was a panicky call to the locksmith...the locks are changed...a visit to the attorney (this will cost thousands I don't have)...and a very panicky drive from my workplace back home in the middle of the day to be sure the plumber had left the place locked up, since my brother was on his way.
I followed the attorney's instructions and left him a voicemail and emailed again, to tell him I did not want him to stay here, basically that it was unfair for him to expect me to welcome him to stay with me when he's threatening me legally. My nerves have been shot and I haven't been sleeping.
Today I hauled myself out of bed and met Mom's church reps at her room, and they gave her a communion service. I brushed her hair and stayed with her a while.
My father is churning in his grave.
My brother is a pathological liar and an evil, malignant narcissist, and he wants to destroy me. I believe he's gone back to Chicago. I wrote him that if he'd make arrangements for a mediation hearing, I'd be glad to attend.
Now I have to photocopy all of my mother's financial records for the last five years to provide to his attorney. I'll get that done tomorrow...I see my attorney again Tuesday morning, and he wants $2500. I don't have it. Oy.
Bad bad week.
thanks for listening,
Hops
