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Found out a few months ago that my mother had passed There was no obit just a letter from SS to me was vast I knew that all along I wasn't going to get a dime At the time I was 18, I was told this at an earlier time She considered all the times she had helped me many times before Not giving me any money at her death would help settle the score I'm no angel I'll be the first to admit, but she also helped my sibling and many others some in and out of family, that left me quibbling. I was always one to question much of her actions but my sister never bothered about her factions I would have loved to have a home instead of an apartment Where I would not feel that I lived in a tiny compartment. Mother didn't help me grow; instead, to me she did a lot of damage Things that can never be repaired, things she did to me were savage Living out old age, just happy to have the few things I need My sibling will always hate me, thanks to my mother, indeed Wondering what made me so undesirable for others to be around When my interesting family genealogy research was so profound Now my sister has the Florida home, bank accounts and nice things While I sit around wondering daily how to tie up loose strings.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
Inheritance-Not
Found out a few months ago that my mother had passed There was no obit just a letter from SS to me was vast I knew that all along I wasn't going to get a dime At the time I was 18, I was told this at an earlier time She considered all the times she had helped me many times before Not giving me any money at her death would help settle the score I'm no angel I'll be the first to admit, but she also helped my sibling and many others some in and out of family, that left me quibbling. I was always one to question much of her actions but my sister never bothered about her factions I would have loved to have a home instead of an apartment Where I would not feel that I lived in a tiny compartment. Mother didn't help me grow; instead, to me she did a lot of damage Things that can never be repaired, things she did to me were savage Living out old age, just happy to have the few things I need My sibling will always hate me, thanks to my mother, indeed Wondering what made me so undesirable for others to be around When my interesting family genealogy research was so profound Now my sister has the Florida home, bank accounts and nice things While I sit around wondering daily how to tie up loose strings.
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