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Re: Sometimes you don't realize...
Isn't it always money when it boils down to it? Fear that whatever he has will go to you and they will lose out. I know that thought ran through my mind when my dad passed. As I've previously stated, my biological mom passed away when I was young. Whatever assets my dad had came from her. It probably wasn't much by today's standards but enough for my dad to buy into his own business. Through the years he would tell me he would buy me a house and I believe that promise stemmed from that. He had remarried and had a new family and the house never materialized. When he died, his new wife inherited all and I buried his promise with him. My new "mom" was a good woman but I resented her for years. Every time something in our home that had been my mom's broke or was replaced it seemed like a fresh wound and it wasn't until I had children of my own that we became close. They had three children together. I had left home at seventeen and had very little presence there other than holiday visits while they were growing up. My relationship with my stepmom grew when I was out on my own and we'd spend hours on the phone at least once a week. When she passed, all of us were treated equally and the house that my dad promised me became reality.