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Backstory: My grandmother (dad's mom) is the only grandparent I've really ever known. She's not the warmest person, and isn't the easiest to talk to, but I still try.
Growing up, my mom always felt like my cousins were treated better by my grandma then my brother and I were. She harbored resentment about it, and even though I shrugged it off, she was mad on my behalf for not getting the same things that my cousins got.
Fast forward to the day of my dad's funeral. Despite my parents being divorced for 5 years now, my mom still came to the funeral and Shiva, since they were together for 40 years.
Against my wishes, she decided to talk to my grandma about her will. Not necessarily specific details, but just to make sure that I was still going to be taken care of in the will, now that my father is dead.
Turns out, I'm not.
The original will states that her estate would be divided among her 4 children, with the idea that each of the 4 would then eventually leave what's left of their 25% to their kids (me and my cousins) when they die.
Now that my father and brother are gone, my mom thought that I should be inserted as the 4th person in place of my dad to take his share, since it would have all been left to me anyway if she had gone before my dad.
Instead, she's just having her estate divided by the three remaining children, essentially cutting me out.
I'm not mad about that. It's only money, and even though we're not that close, I'd rather have her here than have money. But while I don't care about the money, I'd be lying if I said that the thought process doesn't hurt, and doesn't have me wondering what I ever did to her that she wouldn't want me in her will.
For the time being though, I'm just kinda mad at my mom that she chose to bring it up against my wishes, and then told me about it on the way home. I didn't want to be thinking about wills or money, I wanted to be thinking about my dad.
I suppose it's better to know now than to find out when the will is read in the future, but I didn't need to know right away. My mom was just too mad about it to not say anything to me.
I hate that I'm even thinking about it, but what can you do? *Jews you*
"this is okp tho, reading is completely optional" (c) desus
Proceed with caution. I am overtly racist.
<-- In Pigpen we trust
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Everyone around me is in a long-term relationship or married. I feel like the last single person in the world. I know I'm not, but in my world, I am. Even worse, the pickings are slim in my location. I have been single for years and I feel like it's a permanent situation. 
