Good morning, all! The past 16 hours have been a whirlwind of ugly emotions and resentment, and a move. We are truly in KingLearLand now: my father in the late 1980s dvided the company he had founded in 1965 between my two brothers. I had turned down his offers to work for the company and moved to New York in 1979 while my brothers went to work for him.
I'm no Cordelia, but I've always been the one my father came to when my brothers were in conflict, and I have no resentment toward either brother. I've always loved them both and I'm proud of their accomplishment. Last night, after my father and I had reconciled over Sunday's disagreement, one of my brothers and his wife decided to let me know how much he resented my father's insistence that his estate, which is fairly large, be divided three ways since most of the estate was generated by a company I had never sweated blood over. My sister-in-law also turned on my dad to let me know how much of his living expenses in thr past 12 years were covered by the company he no longer owned. I am still reeling by my brother's insistence that I am entitled to nothing of my father's estate, and boggled that such anger and resentment exists within them.
My father, since then, has removed himself from their house and care anfd is now moving into the home of my brother and sister-in-law where I am a houseguest. Except for the knights, it sounds like Lear to me.
Today, I will make an effort to restore peace between my brother and me. I'm sure he'll claim it was too many beers and too much stress. I will accept his apology and return to New York to lick my wounds.
Oy!
