Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Poison probate

Over the course of my paralegal career, it amazed me the level of ever-lasting, pure hatred born of inheritance disputes. 

It always seemed so easily preventable, just a predictable result of a simple mistake - the decedent not putting their affairs in order whatsoever; or thinking they had done so when in fact the documents only lead to confusion, and/or a cockroach of a second spouse taking full advantage of any such lapses. 

I  always thought, that will not happen to us.

How I miss those Halcyon days of fantasy. And while I’m bitching about dreams, by now, I should be a stupidly wealthy, lovingly eccentric writer living on a massive estate in Maine with the Mikester and barn full of animals, donating money to worthy causes and writing yet another bestseller when not tending to my organic orchards. My father would still be alive and well, fit and happy as any Octogenarian could be. He’d live on the estate too, in his own little condo, with the absolute best round-the-clock care and never need for anything.

No matter how lovely and ordinary your dreams may be, sometimes you wake up and realize you actually are simply to endure another real-life nightmare. I’m nowhere close to that estate, my father died penniless, rabid with dementia, and sick with a cancer that mutated faster than anything the seasoned oncologist claimed ever to have seen. And now, after going through cancer myself and all its wonderful drama, guess what?! Estate feud.

The details are not unusual or important. Expensive, extensive legal maneuvering is now required vs. the easy, non-dramatic turning over of assets to the beneficiaries, as the decedent had intended and tried to ensure a full decade before dying.  

I’m not in the mood for drama these days. Anything remotely related to it sends me straight into rage mode. And it cannot be escaped, it must be dealt with. Like another cancer-all-consuming, a soul-sucking dark monster that is going to make you cry. It keeps me up at night and concerned for the future.

Well, at least chemotherapy isn’t required this time.