Alistair had confirmed that my mother’s will was valid. Despite Barbara’s cruel attempt to cut me out, I still got half of everything.
“But… wait!” Barbara said, her fingernails digging into her thigh. “I don’t want to share…”
“Barbara,” Alistair said.
“It’s clear. Your mother wanted the two of you to share everything. A straight 50-50.
Now, if you want to play this biological daughter game, I don’t know what to tell you… Charlotte could take everything.”
My sister thought she could rewrite history, but legally? She couldn’t touch a thing.
The will was still clear. We were supposed to split everything.
But after her stunt?
After trying to erase me from my own mother’s legacy? Barbara lost more than just her pride.
“Let’s go to court,” she said.
“I really don’t recommend that,” Alistair said.
“So, what?” Barbara blurted. “You just want us to split the money and then pretend that we’re family again?
I don’t want anything to do with Charlotte. I want my money and my house. And then I want to be done with this!”
“Barbara, come on…” I said.
“Just be quiet!” she bellowed, throwing one of Alistair’s pens onto the floor.
“I don’t want you around. You’ll just be here to remind me that I’m not biologically our mother’s daughter. So, no.
We’re doing this. And when I win, you’re going to get the hell out of my house.”
That was it. That did it.
I didn’t want to be nice. I didn’t want to share. I didn’t want Barbara around any more than she wanted me around.
So?
I hired Alistair on the spot.
For me this time, not on behalf of my mother’s deceased estate.
“Let’s do it,” I said. “Let’s go to court.”
“But I want Alistair!” Barbara said, standing up.
“Too late, sis,” I said.
Months later, Barbara fought it in court, desperate to take everything for herself. But she failed.
In the end, the judge ruled against her.
And I got it all.
She tried to destroy me, and in doing so, she destroyed herself and her future.
And do you know what?
I think she deserved every single bit of it.
What would you have done?
Source: amomama
