I'm talking to myself with this post...
What if I hadn't found out about Tom and Marta? Or what if I had ignored it? If I had changed nothing, Tom would have inherited just over $500,000.
I'mfairly certain now that all of this nonsense over the last three months was very carefully planned. Once I found out, that is. When I first confronted him in March, his first words were, "It wasn't supposed to happen like this." No, I suppose it wasn't. Because I wasn't supposed to find out, and Tom was supposed to stay with me and inherit $500K.
After we weathered that storm with Tom's faithful promises of, "Never again. I sure ****ed up'" the next few months were fairly smooth because, I think, Marta encouraged him to stay away, from her, stay with me, and wait. Except he couldn't. And I think they both thought they could outsmart me. But they did not.
he knew I had taken his name off everything except the hous...$200K probably... but still...
When last Friday's debacle happened, when I caught them again, TOM knew he was screwed. He'd never seen me so angry and out of control. The week that separated us until this latest contact, by me, was probably spent by Tom, at least, realizing that the REST of the inheritance, my house, was most likely gone too.
But when I called? They both thought maybe Tom could salvage it. So when we met this past Saturday, Tom steered the conversation to our mutual atty, and since I don't lie, I told him the truth. I'd taken him off the house trust.
Had our "talk" to patch things up been legitimate on his part, and we'd GOTTEN back together, there's little doubt in my mind that I would have reinstated his name on the trust. I love(d) him after all.
But he ****ed up. "Well, if I'm not inheriting your house, there's no reason for me to be here." Obviously our seemingly happy seventeen YEARS together wasn't a reason. Lordy.
I went into the bathroom and got sick. When I came out, Tom said, "Forget what I said. Let's talk. I shouldn't have said that." But it was op late. That was a bell that couldn't be unrung.
When I called Marta to be sure I could drop him back off at her house, that she'd let him in, I told her the truth.
"Before you and Tom cheated, Tom would have inherited $500,000 from me. When I found out you'd been together for eight months, if that's even true, I cancelled everything but the house which is probably worth $200K. Because of this past week, I let Tom know I'd already removed his name from the house, and he would get nothing. She hung up on me.
When I dropped him off, she came out of the house pissed. There's more to it, but the last thing she said to me after Tom had pulled his garbage bag luggage out of my car was something like, "If you THINK that Tom is going to babysit you, take care of you when you're sick and dying, walk your dog, take care of your cats, cut your lawn and NOT inherit your house, there's something wrong with you. You'd better put his name back."
That last encounter tells me they had a Plan A that turned to Plan B that turned to **** because Tom is not as devious as Marta and said what was on his mind INSTEAD OF . . .
"I don't blame you. I'm hoping and praying I can earn your trust again, but I understand." Had he said that? In all likelihood he would have inherited the house.
As my first sentence says, I'm talking to myself. This line of thinking gives me strength. And now, because I think I know the REAL truth, people I love who love me will get a bit more when I die than before.
And Tom can look back and wonder if it was worth it. And Marta will wonder if she hitched her wagon to a star or a black hole.
What if I hadn't found out about Tom and Marta? Or what if I had ignored it? If I had changed nothing, Tom would have inherited just over $500,000.
I'mfairly certain now that all of this nonsense over the last three months was very carefully planned. Once I found out, that is. When I first confronted him in March, his first words were, "It wasn't supposed to happen like this." No, I suppose it wasn't. Because I wasn't supposed to find out, and Tom was supposed to stay with me and inherit $500K.
After we weathered that storm with Tom's faithful promises of, "Never again. I sure ****ed up'" the next few months were fairly smooth because, I think, Marta encouraged him to stay away, from her, stay with me, and wait. Except he couldn't. And I think they both thought they could outsmart me. But they did not.
he knew I had taken his name off everything except the hous...$200K probably... but still...
When last Friday's debacle happened, when I caught them again, TOM knew he was screwed. He'd never seen me so angry and out of control. The week that separated us until this latest contact, by me, was probably spent by Tom, at least, realizing that the REST of the inheritance, my house, was most likely gone too.
But when I called? They both thought maybe Tom could salvage it. So when we met this past Saturday, Tom steered the conversation to our mutual atty, and since I don't lie, I told him the truth. I'd taken him off the house trust.
Had our "talk" to patch things up been legitimate on his part, and we'd GOTTEN back together, there's little doubt in my mind that I would have reinstated his name on the trust. I love(d) him after all.
But he ****ed up. "Well, if I'm not inheriting your house, there's no reason for me to be here." Obviously our seemingly happy seventeen YEARS together wasn't a reason. Lordy.
I went into the bathroom and got sick. When I came out, Tom said, "Forget what I said. Let's talk. I shouldn't have said that." But it was op late. That was a bell that couldn't be unrung.
When I called Marta to be sure I could drop him back off at her house, that she'd let him in, I told her the truth.
"Before you and Tom cheated, Tom would have inherited $500,000 from me. When I found out you'd been together for eight months, if that's even true, I cancelled everything but the house which is probably worth $200K. Because of this past week, I let Tom know I'd already removed his name from the house, and he would get nothing. She hung up on me.
When I dropped him off, she came out of the house pissed. There's more to it, but the last thing she said to me after Tom had pulled his garbage bag luggage out of my car was something like, "If you THINK that Tom is going to babysit you, take care of you when you're sick and dying, walk your dog, take care of your cats, cut your lawn and NOT inherit your house, there's something wrong with you. You'd better put his name back."
That last encounter tells me they had a Plan A that turned to Plan B that turned to **** because Tom is not as devious as Marta and said what was on his mind INSTEAD OF . . .
"I don't blame you. I'm hoping and praying I can earn your trust again, but I understand." Had he said that? In all likelihood he would have inherited the house.
As my first sentence says, I'm talking to myself. This line of thinking gives me strength. And now, because I think I know the REAL truth, people I love who love me will get a bit more when I die than before.
And Tom can look back and wonder if it was worth it. And Marta will wonder if she hitched her wagon to a star or a black hole.
That you are the victim, the collateral damage, of their evil