Posted on 12/26/2004 10:39:24 AM PST by EggsAckley
Man, do I feel sane!
Earlier tonight I spent about 10 minutes at sunset in my hot tub, not alone as usual, but this time I was invaded by my brother, my delusional, intoxicated, know-it-all, angry-at-the-world, idiot hippy hot-tub-hijacking brother. His rants are amazing; everyone is ripping him off, he absolutely MUST keep spending money so as to make his “land” make money for him. (This in spite of the fact that he’s already thrown about $300K down a rat hole and needs to pay it back.) If he had his way he would drain every dollar out of the estate and throw it away on building crappy little hippy shacks on his property so his hippy friends could live there rent free. And of course I am the bad guy because I have to enforce the laws of the estate. Oh yes, I am one in a long list of people who are out to ruin him. He rants at the top of his voice and if you say one word that disagrees with his paranoid fantasies, you are called stupid and clueless. He knows everything; you know nothing.
In the brief minutes before I exited was the hot tub, I was rudely informed :
1. I don’t really even know what’s in the estate. There’s a clause that says that if anyone questions the handling of the estate, they are immediately thrown out of the estate, unless of course it happens to be ME, the trustee. I control everything, every aspect of even his own life.
Of course I know of this clause, it’s standard procedure in any estate or will. It’s to protect the estate from a beneficiary going bonkers and trying to sue the estate. To prevent the estate from being eaten up by court costs. And as Trustee, even I am NOT immune to this clause.
I don’t think that’s what he’s planning, I think it’s just part of his delusions of persecution. He savors his persecutions. They are the "chocolate truffles" of his mind that keeps his delusions so delicious to him.
2. His “fixed income” benefits have suddenly dropped. It’s without a doubt because MorganStanley is going broke. They’re crooks, you know. They’re owned by Halliburton.
Argh. After it was explained THREE TIMES that the reason the fixed income has dropped is because we have drawn about one third of the principal OUT to cover his land purchase AND the foreclosure of the local parcel, his rant grew louder. Nope…….that can’t be it, it HAS to be that nasty old Halliburton-owned MorganStanley is going broke. Yup yup yup……yeah that’s it, that's the ticket. [bliss ninny]
3. He can’t even sell his new parcel, for which he could “easily get $275K“(twice what it's really worth, btw), because the “trust” doesn’t allow him to touch it. It belongs to the trust now. Ugh. (wrong wrong wrong) Couldn't BE more wrong. But hey, why quibble over details when you're on a "victim" roll.
4. When HE dies, I become trustee of HIS property. I will have total control over everything he owns. Nonononononononononononono. Anything BUT that! His wife knows how untrue this is, but even SHE can't convince him that he's wrong. Again, I am the bad guy who has cleverly and masterfully set it up so that he owns NOTHING. I own everything. [all your base are belong to us]
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He couldn't have his facts MORE wrong. Everything is convoluted and distorted, and no matter how many times something is explained, he argues with even more misinformation and hostility. You see, nobody is as smart as he is.....he IS the smartest human in the world. And if he says something is a certain way, don't dare try to dispute him. The all-seeing, all-knowing Oz, one foot in the ozone and the other in a whisky bottle.
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Hours later, at dinner, I casually asked his wife if she's heard any more on a dear friend's son who is in Iraq. *incoming* THAT question brought on a drunken rant about how her son is a moron who likes to kill people. When I disputed that, then I was a moron who believes in killing people. When he wouldn't stop screaming that, I calmly took my plate to the kitchen and left the room. I guess he continued to rant that I was a moron who believes in killing people. Wouldn't shut up. I could hear some arguing upstairs, and I guess his son-in-law finally stood up to him about that. I don't even care. Our dear friend, Mabel, who's son is in Iraq was actually supposed to have had dinner with us. She even showed up, but then quickly made her apologies and left. I wonder if he called her son a moron. I will find out next week.
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As I sat downstairs listening to the rantings and shufflings from above, suddenly his wife makes an appearance downstairs to announce that they are leaving. "He's just in a snit" sez she. Translation: he's totally blotto drunk and they can't control him. So off they go, to drive 300 miles home at ten o'clock at night. She sees nothing wrong with that...."he'll be fine." God, the denial that his family operates under is stunning!
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I learned (or re-learned) a word the other day, “solipsism”; it’s a step even beyond narcissism……. it’s someone who simply cannot see, feel, think, imagine, or sense anything beyond their own sphere of reality. Nothing else exists other than THEIR reality. Truth is something that does not even exist in their perception. I admit that he's been like that all his life, but now that he drinks from sun-up till midnight, his solipsism wears a very heavy dark "coat." Impenetrable.
It’s very creepy.
I simply can’t tolerate BLISS NINNYS who babble and rant with absolutely NO facts behind them. Never could tolerate them, and my tolerance level grows very thin the older I get.
NO MORE Christmas with this bellowing boob. I'm done. It's like this every year, but this year it escalated. No more. finito.
I guess I just don’t suffer fools lightly anymore.
Hope you all had better luck on Christmas Day.
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I've got a know-it-all brother also. He has an MBA and worked on Wall St. I never finished college.
Naturally, I don't know crap and am reminded of that constantly (well, not anymore, we don't speak)
Good luck.
Poor you! From a literary point of view, it sounds almost Victorian: a drunken, improvident heir ruining dinner because he is angered at being prevented from trying to run the estate into the ground, and then leaving in a snit, having destroyed everybody else's Christmas. However, the literary aspect isn't very comforting when you're stuck in the middle of it.
Good luck! I hope today was better...
Thanks. Ironically, I'm the one with the Master's Degree, he's the one with no education. Heheheh.
BTW--I unloaded a lot of stresses many years ago by not inviting them to come anymore...
Thanks. Today is shaping up to be fine. They WERE supposed to stay three nights, but "thank God and Greyhound" they're gone!
Now, if the weather would improve a little...........
(((((Eggsie))))))
I'm sorry you had to go through that.
My Christmas was ruined by an insolent, 27-year-old, pathetically spoiled nephew whose mother (my sister) allows to live at home rent free so he can spend his meager earnings on his car, booze and pot.
Chalk it up to a full moon.
I think you and I will be more wise at the next family gathering.
LOL! The consolation with having people get into a snit and leave is that then they're gone and you can forget about them. Of course, they're stupid and self-centered enough to believe that everybody else is sitting there in stunned silence, lamenting their departure....HA! Fat chance!
ANd I was feeling sorry for myself....being snowed in and alone.....Your "story" reminded me of CHristmas Past.....WHen I was married to the "ol drunk".....Have truly had a blessed, peaceful Christmas.....Wishing you the same in the future.
Yeah, it's over for me. When Mom was alive she put up with it, complaining yes, but still did it year after year. Now that she's gone he's turned ME into his target. But I'm not Mom. Unlike Mom, *I* can just kiss him off.
Yeesh. Sounds similar.
Once you draw out on the principal the interest off it drops dramtically. and then they can't figure out why there's no money. But of course they think there is money because after all there was money in there a few years ago!
And of course they want to use it for other than its intended purposes and threaten legal action to break up the trust so they can have their cake and eat it too...all the time not realizing the only reason a trust has lasted this long is because our ancestors were wiser about fincances in their day than we are now....
ARRGGHHHHH.
Siblings were meant to be fed to lions, not enjoyed!
Thanks, mamma. I have no regrets. HE'S the one who made a complete ass of himself, and I get to call the shots from now on...forever. He's soooooo non-existent now.
I am sure there is deep meaning in there somewhere but I could never unearth it.
Being named trustee does not make me happy. But if HE had been trustee, we'd all be totally broke right now. I guess my folks were right in thinking I was the one for the job.
Good for you. Hang tough.
I'm still derbating on how to handle the situation with my nephew. I don't want to alienate my sister but I refuse to kowtow to disrepectful behavior from her son.
derbating = debating
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