Let the phone calls begin

Let the phone calls begin. Once my mom worked through her sadness, I guess you could say she decided she was going to take this matter into her own hands and fix it. She did everything she could to try and reverse this decision. Lawyers, phone calls, notes, all day long, this became a 24 hour day job for her. She walked up to the courthouse, the police station. She walked to anywhere she thought she could get someone to listen to her.

Let me just say there are some shady lawyers out there too. If they think they can make a dime, they'll take the case, no matter how unethical. I guess everyone knows that, but it just really upset me to have my mom involved with someone that really wasn't looking out for her best interest, but simply wanted her money.

Luckily, because of the financial guardian that was appointed, the new lawyer did not get paid. That ended that 'help.' What was so sad was that he filled her head with false hope though. She had been through enough, and this was the last thing I wanted her to have to go through again. The reality of what had been going on for years with my mom financially had set it. She was in debt. A lot of debt. I had no idea the extent of what she was doing. I knew it was getting bad, but I didn't know how bad.

One of the first things the Financial Guardian did was put the insurance money from the wrecked car into a CD. She then had to try and sort out all the bills and find out what needed to be paid and what didn't. It was a mess, and not only was it a mess, but my mother was not cooperating, because she didn't want anyone else doing 'her' bills. She had never been late paying a bill in her life, and now suddenly things were not getting paid on time. (They weren't getting paid because she literally had no money in her account at the time.)

This was very stressful for her. Stressful enough that she became obsessed with making phone calls all day long, and pretty much spent her days calling all over town trying to get someone. . anyone to listen to her plea for her lost independence.

Everyone in the small town we lived in was talking about my family. The gossip was flying. My phone was ringing. . people were 'concerned'. What had happened up at court? Was my mother really 'that bad??" "We had no idea how 'sick' she really was" Oh we are sooo sorry to hear about your mother. .

It was hard. It still is hard. My mother was always a fiercely private person. She also never gossiped. She was raised to never talk about anyone negatively, and she honored this her entire life. As a young adolescent girl, I can remember her coming into my room during phone conversations and asking me, "Were you there? How would you feel if someone felt that way about you?" "It's much easier to keep your thoughts to yourself, and then no one's feelings get hurt." My mom would have never done or said 90% of what was going on at this time. I felt like I had already lost a big part of her. But here we were, she was the talk of the town. . .and she could have cared less.