Headaches... Headaches suck. And when it's instigated over drama they suck worse. I thought I'd get alot accomplished that hasn't been caught up here in home. It started good. Mourde was anxious all day fretting how his "family" (I'll say that loosely) would think of him. Rumors begin, greed for money, thenfact we have his father's will and it's not exactly what his siblings had in mind. They and his niece stayed not to watch their father and grandfather be carried out in a body bag and mourn and support each other. oh no...not this family. They all wanted that will. To destroy it. Constant talks with our attorney and the funeral home and Mourde fretting what if this and what if that. I just want this nightmare behind us. At one point he was ogling a female and insists he was daydreaming/lost in thought. Okay. He did speak to a cousin who was pissed thanks to the rumors and gossip that we were the bad people in all this. Because we have the will. That Mourde is executor of. That he in the trustee of. He is legally bound to handle the estate. It sucks. His cousin didnt know the whole story of his father's suicide. The months leading up to it. The drama. The fact that we tried to help him and he refused help. We tried to tell as many as we could and they all didnt listen. They truly believed thanks to his siblings and niece we were making it all up. For money. His father was frugal in anything that had to do with us and our kids. Handed money to Mourde's niece like it was falling from a tree. Yet this girl....she's something special. She had the entire family mind warped we were the bad people. Mourde's cousin finally heard our side and now the table has turned. They will all know the truth now. His entire extended family will know...the truth. The ugly nasty heart wrenching facts. They wanted to tear up the will because Mourde's father promised him that he would be generous. Mourde always helped him, always was there. So was I and our kids. And always treated like dirt. By tearing it up, Mourde got basically nothing without a lengthy and costly fight. Cant even grieve like normal folks over a stupid will that we have to do all this bullshit for. It's so crazy how when money is involved...everyone that doesnt care shows their true colors. And its ugly. His father was cruel to Mourde all his life. And we really felt he fell back on his word to him. The will Mourde handed him back the day before we 302'd him. It was sitting on the coffee table the day he died. And we took it with us after we locked up his dad's house. We figured he probably had a new one made. But realized the trust and deed to the house couldn't be changed without Mourde's approval. The money could have been changed. But it wasn't. His father put that folder on that coffee table before he died. He KNEW Mourde would come. And be the first in the house. And he'd take the will and execute it as he promised his father he would. His father kept his word to Mourde. And when he realized that, Mourde broke down here. The sobbing, tight chested, boogers down your face sobbing. In every way this was closure for Mourde. His dad was an asshole, but the guy kept his word. He respected Mourde enough to say: here you go, son. I'm sorry. Here's what I promised. It hurt my heart to see him break down but he needed that. At the same time I'm hurt myself he allowed himself to fall into this pit of anxiety with all the "what if" crap to ogle. Then deny it. If he isn't careful though all this...he will be triggered worse. So I have a headache. Truthfully I don't give a rat's ass what others in his extended family think about me or my family. We know what we did and did not do. We are good people and money means shit to me. I went from a potential 6 figure salary to spare change to be here for our kids. I've worked hard to teach my kids that money means nothing. To instill morals and ethics in them. No outsider will judge me based on half truths and lies from jealous money hungry soulless individuals that want to look like the victims. Not today or ever. Those people don't even bother with us, yet for some reason Mourde feels the need to have our side heard is imperative. It makes my head hurt worse. I'm glad he has some closure and he cried. He needed that. Long week ahead and as usual anymore I should be in bed for my favorite sitcom and i have dogs to feed, a bird and myself to shower and all this crap to do then late bed and early football morning. I'm exhausted. My needs aren't met emotionally and I'm drained trying to be supportive and keep things at least somewhat normal. Not sure how much longer I can keep up with this stuff at this pace. I just want a break. I want to crochet and chill. I want normal bedtime and TV for one hour and things the way they were. And it's all ruined over a selfish act by a man that caused so much pain in our family's life while we tried so hard to still help him. It isnt fair. I cant even find positivity right now other than maybe in an hour I'll be passed out Stay strong, be brave and be true to yourself. Love, hugs and prayers to everyone. Dream well.