(March 19, 2017 at 11:33 am)Crossless1 Wrote: How many times in one's life is an enemy presented bound with neck exposed?
The short version:
My wife's sister -- who is easily the most toxic and evil bitch I've ever had the misfortune of knowing, and who has made my wife's life hell for years -- crossed the one person she never should have crossed: her personal assistant. I've mentioned here in the past that my wife and her sister were in a legal dispute over their mother's estate, and it looked like everything was about to be concluded. Well, my wife went to California this past week to deal with a few outstanding matters, only to be approached by the assistant with bombshell after bombshell. We've long suspected (but couldn't prove) that the sister had stolen a great deal from their mother while she was still alive and had continued squirreling away money and goods from the estate after her passing. Further, she is a raging alcoholic and addict and is routinely neglectful and abusive towards her son, who is the apple of his aunt's eye.
Now, thanks to the assistant (who knows where all of the proverbial bodies are buried), we have irrefutable proof of what was stolen and when and where the funds were stashed; who among her acquaintances are holding/hiding items that rightfully belong to my wife; the names of her dealers; what exactly is on hand in the house as of two days ago (80 hits of ecstasy; dozens of hits of Oxy; an ounce of meth; a kilo of weed; and some morphine); where the drugs are stashed; the name of the loan shark she is seriously into . . . the list goes on and on. The sister also intercepted a letter addressed to my wife detailing how she is the rightful heir to tens of thousands of dollars worth of stocks and bonds from her grandfather, kept this letter hidden from my wife, and attempted to forge my wife's signature in response in a failed effort to secure the inheritance for herself. We are now in possession of all of the relevant paperwork for that.
My wife (at least when she is sober) is kind-hearted to a fault, and we used to have bitter rows when I told her who her sister really is: she just didn't want to know or believe it. But this trip was transformative for her. It's like someone injected a little steel in her spine. Now the gloves are going to come off. Her sister is fucked in ways she doesn't even know yet.
How do I feel today? Vindicated, for starters.
The view from the catbird seat is fine, and I feel pretty fucking good today.
Fucking awesome.
I love it when people get what's coming to them.
It's better with an axe, but this works, too.
Dying to live, living to die.
