Soap Opera Time

I hate soap operas. I don't watch them, I think they are so unrealistic and have ridiculous plots. Somehow or other the universe appears to think this is funny and is having a laugh at my expense as I seem to be taking a very unwilling part in a soap opera.

It's hard enough to deal with the fact that my sister, my father and now my mother have all died over the past few years and I am now the last remaining member of my family. I also have to deal with the fact that my mother's will was changed in February to cut me out of it entirely, leaving everything to the carer who was employed since Easter last year. She was brought in to help my mother, not to help herself to everything.

I have met with a lawyer who is now working on the situation. What I find astonishing is that this evil woman appears to be under the impression that I would simply sit back and allow her to make off with everything without a fight. That I would be happy to take a few mementoes from the house and hand her everything else.

I do not have the time to grieve right now. I have a battle to fight first.