I have just been told that I have a really great inheritance to claim.
Some solicitors firm got in touch with me to let me know that I had inherited a very significant amount.
It is a reasonable amount of money, and If I manage it well, I should be fairly comfortable for the rest of my life. What is more, the trust fund allows for my children and grand children to do likewise. It really is excellent news to hear.
I am not going to be a millionaire or anything like it, but many of the things I have not been able to do in the past, are now within my reach.
I should be able to take some nice foreign holidays, and even manage to meet up with some old friends and relatives I never thought I would get the chance to meet again. We might be able to even start up some business together, now that I will have the means to act independently with my own resources and income. So it really could be quite an exciting time of it.
Other plans I have thought about, like building a new house to replace this old ramshackle one I have not been able to do anything with, due to lack of money from the pittance my employer pays me, and not being able to get a mortgage because my credit rating is non existent, becomes well into the realms of possibility.
I can hardly believe that I had been sitting on all this for so long, in fact my whole life, because my brother hadn’t told me.
He has been running around living the high life, and getting himself into all sorts of debt, and all at my expense! It really pisses me off! I thought he was being generous,and that he was actually looking out for me, when all the time he has been giving me bare pocket money while pocketing my share!
I really should hate the cheating conniving fraudulent bastard!
Imagine doing something like that to your own kin?
I would not have believed it of him, and I struggle to try and understand just what has gone down?
But, I am weary of all our family squabbles and I would rather just bury the hatchet, and see if we can somehow get on better together.
After all, we both share family, and we still can work together as long as he looks after his own interests, and I can get on with running mine.
I have been jam packed full of ideas of lots of things I would like to have been able to do in the past, but I have never been able to have my own head and get on with it. I know I can do so much better for myself in given the chance. All I need to do is have a little confidence in myself, and just use all the abilities I was born with. Goodness knows, I seem to have plenty of resources, I just never knew what I really had up till now.
I have been sending emails all over the place since I found out I could do this thing, to all my friends across the world…And you know what…They are all nearly as chuffed as I am…They have all been sending messages of support, and they can’t wait to get together again. It has been way too long!
All I have to do is go sign my name on the doted line and everything I have ever dreamed of becomes possible. I can do all the things I want to do, and I can see all my children right.
But you know what? It actually sort of scares me a wee bit too.
I have all these negative thoughts pop into my head when I don’t expect them.
I keep thinking things like..What If I screw up, and I can’t manage my finances? What then?
I think things like,will I be able to get my bank loan?
What happens if somebody tries to mug me? What am I going to use for money? All sorts of things like that.
But then I stop myself and say hold on..Its these blooming mind games again!
I know that I am cleverer than most, I know that I am more talented than most, I know what I have achieved by myself in the past, and what I can still achieve, even better, in the future. I know that I have tons of resources, far more more than most in this world.
Why the hell not can’t I manage to do all I need to do? Am I really the mentally Incompetent idiot that my brother has always told me I am? Of course not!
And yes I know its all really down to having the confidence knocked out of me for so long. If you are always told you are useless, you eventually believe it yourself. But I don’t believe it, not deep down I dont!
It is just that when you have been abused and lied too for so long, you doubt yourself. Well no more!
I only found out recently that I could have gone my own way thirty years ago! Without me knowing it, this land surveyor called McCrone did a comprehensive survey of my land, and said I would be one of the richest people in the world, and I had lots going for me.
What did that sleekit brother of mine do? He only went and hid the report, because he knew I would be on my bike as soon as I saw it.
Then he spun a whole load of fairy tales telling me, I was nearly broke, while he went and sold all my tools and built himself new property and businesses down south, and went picking fights with people,hanging around with his big bully of a pal across the water, and gambling drunk in casinos.
I tell you what, If I can’t do better than that, I really am daft!
I suppose it didn’t help matters when my parents were conned by his ways either. They were always saying how smart he was, and he was the breadwinner of the family,and that we should all stick together, because that’s what family does. They never really thought that I amounted to anything much by myself, and told me so.
Well, they didn’t know best, because the conman had fooled them too!
If they knew what I know now? God alone knows what on earth they would say if they were alive…I think he would be lucky if his backside hit water before landing in the Falklands!
Anyway..Past is Past, there is not a lot I can do about it now.
But I can do something about the present and the future.
He can moan and cry and shout as much as he likes , I am no longer listening to his nonsense.
He has eventually owned up to the fact that I can easily make it on my own, that’s only taken him about 300 years to do that!
But now he is being all sweet, and saying ‘oh come on, we are good together, lets not mess things up’
What he really means, is he has screwed up his finances and gambled them away so much, that he is stuffed without me!
He has even pleaded me with me not to sign for my inheritance, that he has a broker pal called Dave who can invest it and get me a better return. I asked what the return was, and he said he didn’t know, but it would be better, maybe?
Aye right, I heard this story back in 1979..He really must think I have the IQ of a goldfish, and I’m as gullible as a toddler. No way sunshine!
I feel sorry for him in a way, and I don’t want anything bad happen to him, and I will help out when I can. He is still family after all.
But, that is as far as it goes.
I can manage a lot better by myself, and can look after my children’s health and well being better by myself. They have been so ill and in rags some of them, when they needn’t have been. That is going to change.
So yes….,I’m going to do it! Time to go and sign on that dotted line and go for it!
Sure, I will do better, but its my children who can really do best, and they will have all the chances I never had. That is at the end of the day, good enough for me.