I thought I'd been doing the right thing looking after Mom and Stepdad, as she had dementia, and he was well into his 90's and not mentally or physically capable. They were very appreciative, which was rewarding.
Mom was in hospital undergoing assessment for her dementia and waiting for acceptance to a home. Stepdad died and we didn't find out for seven months as we had been denied access to the home, which was half my Mom's. We had legal recourse, but didn't think it was worth it at the time.
Mom was entitled to his excellent pension and the pension people have been fighting us since we found out.
Somehow, in the time we were locked out of the home, the guy who could barely function on his own managed to change his will, excluding my Mom, and leaving everything to a family member he had specifically removed due to some previous malfeasance.
That step relative has been trying to sue us (my Mom, and by association, me) for $200,000 she alleges Mom stole. That has been ongoing for almost two years, which, of course I have to deal with.
That same person called the big city police and accused me of abusing Stepdad and stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from him. I was investigated, and cleared.
We managed to sell the house, but my Mom died the day before closing which meant my POA did as well. So I had to pay for probate, and rush it through, as we were fortunate to sell when we did. The market here, especially for dated and little homes is DEAD. Fortunately it went through, and the house sold, no thanks for the lawyer who I would characterize as an expensive, semi useless, spineless piece of E36 M3.
Step relative is now fighting us over house related bills for the time between when he died, and it sold. We had no access, and she has admitted to living there.
I am the executor for Mom's will, which is a job in itself. One family member is excluded, which there's reason for, and I'm already sensing flack from a different family member over the distribution.
I have since found out that the home screwed up my Mom's medication in the two weeks before she died. Of course it's not their fault, and nobody wants to accept responsibility. I requested a meeting with them and I don't think any of them expected me to come so well prepared, nor to hammer them the way I did. The doctor (legit not his fault) has called me a half dozen times to apologize on their behalf for how poorly they acted in the meeting. We're not done there yet.
I'm sure I forgot a few things, but I am currently dealing through three lawyers, and a paralegal, which is plenty, thank you.
And now it's snowing.