It has been almost five years since Jim's suicide. Tomorrow morning, I am summoned to court for the final dispensation of his estate. I guess this means the house has been sold. I fully expect to get nothing. I think I will probably be lucky if I don't wind up owing the Evil Brother a lot of money I don't have.
I owe a lawyer $6000 for doing absolutely nothing that was of any help. She dumped me last year.
God knows what has happened with the IRS.
At this point, I will just be glad it is over, and, with any sort of luck, I will never have to see or speak with the Evil Brother again. If I am really lucky, he will not be there tomorrow, and I can deal with his lawyer, who seems to be human, at least. I could be overly optimistic, however, applying that term to him.
So. There will be one more post under this label, in which I shall record the details of the Final Dispensation of the Estate of James L Prior, and then I'm probably done.
It has been five years of hell. Fuck you, Jim and Evil Brother.
I may change my name.