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n 2016 a relative claimed she had died with no will, provided a death certificate and a birth certificate proving to be her son and claimed 2/5ths of the money (he also blagged he was claiming my mothers). Annuity company didn't bother to check that there was a will and probate logged with .gov and paid out. 


One for the police?

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It goes on.

 

On Sunday a load of them went to a Pantomime in London. Me, Her Indoors and HI’s mum went elsewhere for a pub lunch.

Anyway Bint had ‘invited’ the others to Quaglinos for lunch prior to the panto. I’ve been there a couple of times, OK but very pricey.

Now, if I invite anyone to anywhere I pay for it. I’m sure that is normal.

You know what happens. The bill is delivered and it’s divvy up time. Useless bint just wants people to know she’s been to a flash restaurant.

HI summed her up perfectly. She knows the price of everything. The value of fuck all.

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Not exactly strife but I need to get this off my chest. 

 

We are burying my mums ashes today. Instead of scattering them like me and my brother wanted to do, her widow went ahead and paid for a plot and headstone near where she grew up on Fox's Bank lane (Whiston/Cronton). We were meant to do this last year but covid ruined it so it's today. I'm not arsed about my birthday, I never have been but my bird specifically said to him months ago don't do it on the 18th as it's Stigs birthday the day before and it would put a downer on it. It was always going to be in feb because it was my mums birthday on Sunday just gone.

 

Completely ignoring her he rang about 6 weeks ago to give the date (today). Anyway he rang me last week to say he's told the pub to expect up to 30 people on Friday afternoon. 30. I asked why 30 and he said he has loads of friends and family who want to attend. This is meant to be a small intimate gathering of close family, not all his fucking lot so he can get the attention all on him. I've tried not to think about it too much or get wound up but I've woke up today fucking fuming at it. She passed away a year and a half ago and we've basically got another funeral that instead of being a little gathering, pay our respects and maybe have a family drink afterwards is now an 'event'. 

 

I genuinely don't think it's even hit me yet that she's gone, I've not really mourned and just cracked on. Can I fuck be arsed with people I barely know being there today. It's absolutely ridiculous. To add insult to injury, I was very close to saying fuck it I'm not going the other day (my auntie and her husband have travelled up from London and I love their company so am going) yet our kid went to his mates Dads funeral yesterday. Got a feeling he ended up on it with all his mates and won't even turn up today. The little bastard. 

 

Anyway fuck it, hair of the dog and get through it. Oh and the rain's just started. My maa would be fuming if she knew this was happening. 

 

 

 

EDIT: That counts as strife doesn't it. Fuck sake is nothing sacred 

 

 

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1 hour ago, Bjornebye said:

Not exactly strife but I need to get this off my chest. 

 

We are burying my mums ashes today. Instead of scattering them like me and my brother wanted to do, her widow went ahead and paid for a plot and headstone near where she grew up on Fox's Bank lane (Whiston/Cronton). We were meant to do this last year but covid ruined it so it's today. I'm not arsed about my birthday, I never have been but my bird specifically said to him months ago don't do it on the 18th as it's Stigs birthday the day before and it would put a downer on it. It was always going to be in feb because it was my mums birthday on Sunday just gone.

 

Completely ignoring her he rang about 6 weeks ago to give the date (today). Anyway he rang me last week to say he's told the pub to expect up to 30 people on Friday afternoon. 30. I asked why 30 and he said he has loads of friends and family who want to attend. This is meant to be a small intimate gathering of close family, not all his fucking lot so he can get the attention all on him. I've tried not to think about it too much or get wound up but I've woke up today fucking fuming at it. She passed away a year and a half ago and we've basically got another funeral that instead of being a little gathering, pay our respects and maybe have a family drink afterwards is now an 'event'. 

 

I genuinely don't think it's even hit me yet that she's gone, I've not really mourned and just cracked on. Can I fuck be arsed with people I barely know being there today. It's absolutely ridiculous. To add insult to injury, I was very close to saying fuck it I'm not going the other day (my auntie and her husband have travelled up from London and I love their company so am going) yet our kid went to his mates Dads funeral yesterday. Got a feeling he ended up on it with all his mates and won't even turn up today. The little bastard. 

 

Anyway fuck it, hair of the dog and get through it. Oh and the rain's just started. My maa would be fuming if she knew this was happening. 

 

 

 

EDIT: That counts as strife doesn't it. Fuck sake is nothing sacred 

 

 

It’s having a negative impact on you so of course it’s strife, in fact that’s probably a relatively diplomatic word given the circumstances you describe. 
 

Grief is a funny old game. It effects us all differently.

 

My Dad passed away four years ago today. The first six months, I barely felt anything. Since then it’s been a bit ‘death by a thousand cuts’. 

 

We all just do the best we can, even when sometimes that ‘best’ isn’t great. 
 

Hope today goes as well as it can. 

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1 hour ago, Bjornebye said:

Not exactly strife but I need to get this off my chest. 

 

We are burying my mums ashes today. Instead of scattering them like me and my brother wanted to do, her widow went ahead and paid for a plot and headstone near where she grew up on Fox's Bank lane (Whiston/Cronton). We were meant to do this last year but covid ruined it so it's today. I'm not arsed about my birthday, I never have been but my bird specifically said to him months ago don't do it on the 18th as it's Stigs birthday the day before and it would put a downer on it. It was always going to be in feb because it was my mums birthday on Sunday just gone.

 

Completely ignoring her he rang about 6 weeks ago to give the date (today). Anyway he rang me last week to say he's told the pub to expect up to 30 people on Friday afternoon. 30. I asked why 30 and he said he has loads of friends and family who want to attend. This is meant to be a small intimate gathering of close family, not all his fucking lot so he can get the attention all on him. I've tried not to think about it too much or get wound up but I've woke up today fucking fuming at it. She passed away a year and a half ago and we've basically got another funeral that instead of being a little gathering, pay our respects and maybe have a family drink afterwards is now an 'event'. 

 

I genuinely don't think it's even hit me yet that she's gone, I've not really mourned and just cracked on. Can I fuck be arsed with people I barely know being there today. It's absolutely ridiculous. To add insult to injury, I was very close to saying fuck it I'm not going the other day (my auntie and her husband have travelled up from London and I love their company so am going) yet our kid went to his mates Dads funeral yesterday. Got a feeling he ended up on it with all his mates and won't even turn up today. The little bastard. 

 

Anyway fuck it, hair of the dog and get through it. Oh and the rain's just started. My maa would be fuming if she knew this was happening. 

 

 

 

EDIT: That counts as strife doesn't it. Fuck sake is nothing sacred 

 

 

Look after yourself mate. If you want to excuse yourself from the “event” part later on, then do. Talk to the people you care about to let them know, rather than just disappearing, but do what is right for you.

 

The only people that matter today are you, and those that you care about. Nobody else, and it’s not your responsibility to do what other people want or expect.

 

take care mate.

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Well we got some lovely news yesterday. We were expecting it, but bollocks anyway.

 

My sister went with my ma to the memory clinic to get a diagnosis. We only went two years ago just before the lockdowns started, and they told us then that she had mild cognitive impairment, and had an 80-85% chance of it not progressing.

 

Well it has progressed, and they confirmed yesterday that my ma has Alzheimers. I knew it was going to be something like that (I was expecting Vascular Dementia as she's Diabetic and has Raised BP, shows what I know!), but to hear that word is just a dagger to the heart.

 

It's like she's regressed back to childhood, she wants to be at my aunties house (my nan's old gaff) all the time, she's horrible to me poor arl fella, she's stopped recognising me and my sister some of the time, etc etc.

 

I'm devastated, and I don't know how long she will last the way the symptoms have progressed over the last two years, not to mention her physical health taking a battering as we can't get her to eat properly.

 

Sorry for venting, needed to get it off my chest. @Bjornebye, hope it goes / went OK.

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13 minutes ago, Creator Supreme said:

Well we got some lovely news yesterday. We were expecting it, but bollocks anyway.

 

My sister went with my ma to the memory clinic to get a diagnosis. We only went two years ago just before the lockdowns started, and they told us then that she had mild cognitive impairment, and had an 80-85% chance of it not progressing.

 

Well it has progressed, and they confirmed yesterday that my ma has Alzheimers. I knew it was going to be something like that (I was expecting Vascular Dementia as she's Diabetic and has Raised BP, shows what I know!), but to hear that word is just a dagger to the heart.

 

It's like she's regressed back to childhood, she wants to be at my aunties house (my nan's old gaff) all the time, she's horrible to me poor arl fella, she's stopped recognising me and my sister some of the time, etc etc.

 

I'm devastated, and I don't know how long she will last the way the symptoms have progressed over the last two years, not to mention her physical health taking a battering as we can't get her to eat properly.

 

Sorry for venting, needed to get it off my chest. @Bjornebye, hope it goes / went OK.

Awful news. I can’t even imagine what this must be like. Never apologise for venting on here if you need to. Whatever helps. 

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2 minutes ago, YorkshireRed said:

Awful news. I can’t even imagine what this must be like. Never apologise for venting on here if you need to. Whatever helps. 

Thanks mate. Hopefully we'll get some help with her now. My old fella is 89 and he's too frail to help, and my sister needs a break. I can only help out a couple of afternoons a week because of work, so we need some respite for my dad and sister mainly. Just glad we know what we're dealing with now.

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2 hours ago, Bob Spunkmouse said:

Look after yourself mate. If you want to excuse yourself from the “event” part later on, then do. Talk to the people you care about to let them know, rather than just disappearing, but do what is right for you.

 

The only people that matter today are you, and those that you care about. Nobody else, and it’s not your responsibility to do what other people want or expect.

 

take care mate.

Spot on.

 

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2 hours ago, Creator Supreme said:

Well we got some lovely news yesterday. We were expecting it, but bollocks anyway.

 

My sister went with my ma to the memory clinic to get a diagnosis. We only went two years ago just before the lockdowns started, and they told us then that she had mild cognitive impairment, and had an 80-85% chance of it not progressing.

 

Well it has progressed, and they confirmed yesterday that my ma has Alzheimers. I knew it was going to be something like that (I was expecting Vascular Dementia as she's Diabetic and has Raised BP, shows what I know!), but to hear that word is just a dagger to the heart.

 

It's like she's regressed back to childhood, she wants to be at my aunties house (my nan's old gaff) all the time, she's horrible to me poor arl fella, she's stopped recognising me and my sister some of the time, etc etc.

 

I'm devastated, and I don't know how long she will last the way the symptoms have progressed over the last two years, not to mention her physical health taking a battering as we can't get her to eat properly.

 

Sorry for venting, needed to get it off my chest. @Bjornebye, hope it goes / went OK.

My Mrs looked after her mum who had Alzheimer's  for 7 years and it crucified her. She went there 4 times a day to feed her, make sure she showered, did her washing, everything really. She loved her mum, doted on her and refused to consider any outside help.

 

Her mum started doing really strange things and became violent and it just kept getting worse.

My Mrs is a strong person and tried to brush things off but she badly needed a break so eventually, after much reasoning she agreed to getting in touch with social services for an assessment with regards her going into respite care for a couple of weeks.

The social worker couldn't believe how she had slipped through the net and was way beyond the point where round the clock care was needed.

 

When it was time to take her back home, She didn't recognise my mrs which really upset her, though she did recognise me but had forgotten my name and she didn't recognise the house she had lived in for 30 years.

She kept saying she wanted to go back to where the people are, which was back to the care home which social services arranged.

 

Alzheimer's is a cruel, bastard of a disease, something of which the sufferer is mercifully unaware of, it's the family, friends and loved ones who suffer, but there does become a stage where even with the best will in the world you have to consider a home.

It's not abandoning them, it's putting their needs first, because no matter how much you love them or how much it hurts you, it's the best thing for them.

 

Good luck mate.

 

 

 

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4 hours ago, Bjornebye said:

Not exactly strife but I need to get this off my chest. 

 

We are burying my mums ashes today. Instead of scattering them like me and my brother wanted to do, her widow went ahead and paid for a plot and headstone near where she grew up on Fox's Bank lane (Whiston/Cronton). We were meant to do this last year but covid ruined it so it's today. I'm not arsed about my birthday, I never have been but my bird specifically said to him months ago don't do it on the 18th as it's Stigs birthday the day before and it would put a downer on it. It was always going to be in feb because it was my mums birthday on Sunday just gone.

 

Completely ignoring her he rang about 6 weeks ago to give the date (today). Anyway he rang me last week to say he's told the pub to expect up to 30 people on Friday afternoon. 30. I asked why 30 and he said he has loads of friends and family who want to attend. This is meant to be a small intimate gathering of close family, not all his fucking lot so he can get the attention all on him. I've tried not to think about it too much or get wound up but I've woke up today fucking fuming at it. She passed away a year and a half ago and we've basically got another funeral that instead of being a little gathering, pay our respects and maybe have a family drink afterwards is now an 'event'. 

 

I genuinely don't think it's even hit me yet that she's gone, I've not really mourned and just cracked on. Can I fuck be arsed with people I barely know being there today. It's absolutely ridiculous. To add insult to injury, I was very close to saying fuck it I'm not going the other day (my auntie and her husband have travelled up from London and I love their company so am going) yet our kid went to his mates Dads funeral yesterday. Got a feeling he ended up on it with all his mates and won't even turn up today. The little bastard. 

 

Anyway fuck it, hair of the dog and get through it. Oh and the rain's just started. My maa would be fuming if she knew this was happening. 

 

 

 

EDIT: That counts as strife doesn't it. Fuck sake is nothing sacred

 

 

Doesn't sound like a pleasant fella so mark as the end of your dealings with him too, for the most part anyway, try and remember all the progress you've made mate with various things and don't let this undo any of it, you've shared enough on here to know what I mean, obviously that's from a caring perspective.

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6 minutes ago, Harry's Lad said:

My Mrs looked after her mum who had Alzheimer's  for 7 years and it crucified her. She went there 4 times a day to feed her, make sure she showered, did her washing, everything really. She loved her mum, doted on her and refused to consider any outside help.

 

Her mum started doing really strange things and became violent and it just kept getting worse.

My Mrs is a strong person and tried to brush things off but she badly needed a break so eventually, after much reasoning she agreed to getting in touch with social services for an assessment with regards her going into respite care for a couple of weeks.

The social worker couldn't believe how she had slipped through the net and was way beyond the point where round the clock care was needed.

 

When it was time to take her back home, She didn't recognise my mrs which really upset her, though she did recognise me but had forgotten my name and she didn't recognise the house she had lived in for 30 years.

She kept saying she wanted to go back to where the people are, which was back to the care home which social services arranged.

 

Alzheimer's is a cruel, bastard of a disease, something of which the sufferer is mercifully unaware of, it's the family, friends and loved ones who suffer, but there does become a stage where even with the best will in the world you have to consider a home.

It's not abandoning them, it's putting their needs first, because no matter how much you love them or how much it hurts you, it's the best thing for them.

 

Good luck mate.

 

 

 

Cheers mate. The social services things is a bit of a taboo in my mums family too, you look after your own and all that bollocks. But they've always looked at my sister and me like we're aliens anyway, so if we get help from social services and somebody says anything they'll be told to go and fornicate with a rusty spike!

 

It is utterly heartbreaking, mam and dad have lived in their current home for 44 years, she says she doesn't want to live there anymore, and wants to go and live with one of her sisters. Thing is her 2 sisters are on the same slippery slope as mum, so they couldn't handle her either.

 

Thanks for the kind words bud.

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1. Stig - I hope things went ok for you today and you were able to take comfort from your immediate family while ignoring the rest.

 

2. CS. I’m so sorry about your mum. Alzheimer’s is a bastard of a disease and it’s gutting to watch how it eats away at someone’s personality. 

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1 hour ago, Anubis said:

1. Stig - I hope things went ok for you today and you were able to take comfort from your immediate family while ignoring the rest.

 

2. CS. I’m so sorry about your mum. Alzheimer’s is a bastard of a disease and it’s gutting to watch how it eats away at someone’s personality. 

Cheers mate, much appreciated.

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I might have mentioned before what a fat, nasty, vindictive, vile, hypocritical cunt her mother is. 
 

We’re all (us 4, her parents, her brother, his wife and 2 girls) away this week thanks to her dad renting a beautiful converted barn with indoor pool for the family over half term. 
 

The MiL managed to behave herself for almost 36 hours before returning to full on cunt mode and has managed to fall out with all 9 of us and give each of us the silent treatment at one point or another. She’s also reduced her 2 granddaughters to tears with spiteful comments. 
 

Sunday afternoon we lost all power for 48 hours. As soon as the power went she announced no one was allowed to open the fridge as the food would go off. Apart from her that is as she needs to stuff that vast, cavernous, fucking cakehole every 30 minutes. The fiL told her to fuck off as his beer was in the fridge and that was the first lot of radio silence, moods, door slamming and attempts at ruining the holiday for everyone. 
 

She’s since kicked off at the missus as she had an afternoon nap and was “neglecting the boys” and making everyone else look after her children. They were in the pool with me! She told her eldest granddaughter who has just turned 13 and has her first boyfriend that she’s eating too much (there’s fuck all of her and she’s massively into gymnastics) because she had a bowl of popcorn after tea one night and “he’ll dump you if you get any fatter”. She hates the boys having fun and actually laughing and told them both next year they wouldn’t be allowed to come because they’re ruining it for her. She’s never liked me and I can honestly say I’m not her No.1 fan so I got it in the neck when she heard me swearing and found out the FiL and I stayed up till 5am getting pissed and playing table tennis. 
 

I honestly can not think of a single reason why he puts up with the cunt. He’s great, both the missus and her brother adore him, all the grandkids think he’s ace and he’s always been sound with me. I pity the poor fucker. 
 

 

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24 minutes ago, lifetime fan said:

I might have mentioned before what a fat, nasty, vindictive, vile, hypocritical cunt her mother is. 
 

We’re all (us 4, her parents, her brother, his wife and 2 girls) away this week thanks to her dad renting a beautiful converted barn with indoor pool for the family over half term. 
 

The MiL managed to behave herself for almost 36 hours before returning to full on cunt mode and has managed to fall out with all 9 of us and give each of us the silent treatment at one point or another. She’s also reduced her 2 granddaughters to tears with spiteful comments. 
 

Sunday afternoon we lost all power for 48 hours. As soon as the power went she announced no one was allowed to open the fridge as the food would go off. Apart from her that is as she needs to stuff that vast, cavernous, fucking cakehole every 30 minutes. The fiL told her to fuck off as his beer was in the fridge and that was the first lot of radio silence, moods, door slamming and attempts at ruining the holiday for everyone. 
 

She’s since kicked off at the missus as she had an afternoon nap and was “neglecting the boys” and making everyone else look after her children. They were in the pool with me! She told her eldest granddaughter who has just turned 13 and has her first boyfriend that she’s eating too much (there’s fuck all of her and she’s massively into gymnastics) because she had a bowl of popcorn after tea one night and “he’ll dump you if you get any fatter”. She hates the boys having fun and actually laughing and told them both next year they wouldn’t be allowed to come because they’re ruining it for her. She’s never liked me and I can honestly say I’m not her No.1 fan so I got it in the neck when she heard me swearing and found out the FiL and I stayed up till 5am getting pissed and playing table tennis. 
 

I honestly can not think of a single reason why he puts up with the cunt. He’s great, both the missus and her brother adore him, all the grandkids think he’s ace and he’s always been sound with me. I pity the poor fucker. 
 

 

Does she have the cash?

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