My uncle: a sad story

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Not a sad story about my uncle. Just that my uncle is (was) a sad story.

Born as the youngest by 7 years of a police officer and a housewife, raised to believe he was a massive talent in everything he did and could do no wrong, spared from every consequence of his stupidity. By the age of 56, he was twice-divorced with a son from each marriage that he never financially supported, had failed at starting a couple of businesses, and had never held what most would call a "real" job. He was actually reasonably talented at photography, construction, and fabrication, but he was too high on himself to put in the work to make anything out of it. To sum up his life in a single word: squandered.

He was consumed by greed, and unwilling to put in the work to generate any wealth on his own he was 100% ok with screwing other people out of it. Some examples:

1. When I was young and he needed money, my parents tried to help him by paying him to do some renovations on a house after some renters moved out. Stuff like sanding and staining doors and cabinets. He took the money and didn't complete the work.
2. When my brother told our cousin about the food truck business he was starting, he and my uncle went and bought the matching domain name and tried to ransom it for partnership in the business that they had no part whatsoever in starting or even conceiving.
3. After his second divorce, he got a friend (who is a veterinarian) to help him get diagnosed with a traumatic brain injury so he could collect government disability. The incident he claimed caused the injury was him knocking himself on the head unloading an air compressor out of his truck. He had gone to his vet friend to get stitches. There was no TBI, there was no brain damage, but he got it. The hilarious part though is that the windfall he thought he was going to get due to it being paid retroactively a lump sum for almost a decade, mostly went to his second wife for unpaid child support. xD
4. Not so much screwing anybody out of money, but he let his parents raise both of his sons because he didn't want to sacrifice any of his leisure time to be a parent. As usual, his parents enabled his behavior and stepped up to watch them on his custody days while he went out and lived his life.

In his later years, he was living in a modest house that my grandparents bought for him, while using his disability pay and $1500/mo his parents gave him from their retirement pension to maintain the appearance of an older bachelor, if not successful, at least not a worthless parasite to society. He dated a series of women, usually with money) that he could fool into seeing him as a project they could fix. One of them bought him a $70k truck. He was the most textbook example I've ever encountered, and maybe ever will, of the Machiavellian narcissistic personality. His relationships were based entirely on what he could gain from it.

The craziest part of it was how forgiving my mom was. When he did something completely outrageous she would cut off contact for awhile, but eventually he'd come around and apologize and welcome him back. She was probably the only person on the planet that legitimately cared about him, even in spite of the turd that he was. She was always there to listen when his life was in the toilet, and on a handful of occasions when he was talking about ending it all she was the one to hop in the car, drive an hour each way to go talk him off a ledge.


Now, for his biggest scam of all.

My grandfather (uncles father) was given a cancer diagnosis in 2016. Prior to an operation to remove the tumor from his lung, he and my grandmother got their will all tied up. Through conversations with my brother and my parents, we all knew what it said - that the house they had bought for my uncle to live in would go to my uncle, and everything else would be split 50/50 between he and my mother.

In 2019 my grandmothers memory began to fail and she was diagnosed with dementia, "probably alzheimers". Some time after that the Alzheimers diagnosis was confirmed. My uncle moved in with her to take care of her, and distracted my mom with stories about how he'd finally found Jesus and was delivered from all of the trauma he experienced as a child, while he gaslighted my Alzheimers patient grandmother into turning against his sister, and got his first ex wife to help give him my grandmothers power of attorney. Once he did that, he transferred all of her assets (her house and their ~$380k savings) into his name and began spending it. At some point in early 2022 my mom finally cornered him on a phone call and got him to admit to having done the power of attorney on his own (they had been talking about having it done together). He expressed to my mom that he and my grandmother didn't want her meddling and she shouldn't come visit anymore, warning that he had cameras set up around the house and would see if she came while he wasn't there. We suspect this was because he wouldn't be able to hide his spending nearly $50k on construction tools and building a barndominium in my grandmothers back yard. From what we've gathered, he also bought a lake house, possibly a boat, he was traveling a lot. He also had a new will written up to leave all of their assets to him and some believe that my grandmothers signature on that will may be forged.

On March 17th, he went down to Dallas and bought a new truck, parked it in his oldest sons driveway and gave him the keys before coming back home. On March 19th, he made a few calls to people he cared about to say goodbye, I love you, etc., except absent on the call list this time was his sister, my mom. March 20th he was found on the floor dead next to a few empty pill bottles and a fifth of Dickel.

Through phone calls and talking to the very few people that remained close to him, we learned that my great aunt (grandpas sister) had agreed to move up to OK from the Dallas area to help him take care of my grandma. She has money left to her by her husband, who was wealthy due to founding and selling a geology consulting firm that did business in oil/gas. But It's in a living will - she can use the money but when she's gone, it goes to her stepdaughters. Her stepdaughters had recently found that account empty and we believe she may have promised my uncle that money, but we learned that on 3/18 she called him and told him she wasn't going to be able to come up because her health and general frailty would not allow her to move. One of his friends believe that news was "the last straw" for him. When hearing the news of his suicide she expressed her disappointment that "that little shit went ahead and did it...we were supposed to do that together".

Since then we've learned that the entire $380k is gone, and he had his own will written to give everything to his two sons. They're 100% bought in to his delusions of grandeur and fail to acknowledge, or even realize, that the "inheritance" that his dad STOLE from their grandmother and left to them ISN'T an inheritance because my grandmother is STILL ALIVE, and now penniless, left only with my grandfathers law enforcement retirement income to try to take care of her not-insignificant healthcare needs. He also left his son her power of attorney and though he's promised to sell the house and put it in a trust to paid for her care, he's about as trustworthy as his old man and we fully expect that if he does it at all, he's going to penny pinch the hell out of it so he has more to himself when she passes. Though she has no authority at all on the matter, my mom asked that either they visit her 3x a week, or that she be placed in a facility near her so she could do it. They were happy to put her up here, to the point that it seems that as long as they've got the money they don't need anything else from the woman that raised them while their dad couldn't be bothered.

The last thing my mom said to him, on the call last year where he came clean about taking everything? Proverbs 1:19.
 
My mom is totally over it btw. That whole family is so dysfunctional that there's nothing to be gained that's worth keeping them in her life for one more day, let alone years that litigation might consume. I'm on board with her decision. My dad and brother still struggle with it, not because of the money, but just letting that smug little punk (my cousin) get away with it.

If anything I wouldn't mind being able to tell him that he hasn't hurt me, the money that he thinks is worth more than family is not significant, just like him and his dad. But I realize that's a fleshly desire that ultimately accomplishes nothing.
 
My mom is totally over it btw. That whole family is so dysfunctional that there's nothing to be gained that's worth keeping them in her life for one more day, let alone years that litigation might consume. I'm on board with her decision. My dad and brother still struggle with it, not because of the money, but just letting that smug little punk (my cousin) get away with it.

If anything I wouldn't mind being able to tell him that he hasn't hurt me, the money that he thinks is worth more than family is not significant, just like him and his dad. But I realize that's a fleshly desire that ultimately accomplishes nothing.

Originally thought this was such a long post (first one) that I likely wouldn't read the entire thing.

Wrong.

I'm not quite sure what to say, other than that I'm impressed with how you appear to be handling it. You have legitimate reason to be bitter about it all, and yet beyond "calling a turd, a turd", you appear to be handling it well. This can only be helpful to your mom, whose general attitude about this all is equally impressive.

It's too bad that there are people in this world like your uncle. It's one thing when they take to believing their own bs, but it's another thing altogether when they start to taint the drinking water of those around them. Too much of that going on these days, and your uncle appears to have mastered the process. But who knows, in a moment of (still-clouded?) clarity and self-recognition, maybe he admitted to himself what the hell he'd been doing all along, and the guilt from it was more than he could bear. Would have rather seen him set his sons straight than swallow a bunch of pills, but that can't be changed now.

Anyway, it seems somehow inappropriate to say "Thank you for sharing this", but, well...good on you for taking the high road. (y)
 
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Originally thought this was such a long post (first one) that I likely wouldn't read the entire thing.

Wrong.

I'm not quite sure what to say, other than that I'm impressed with how you appear to be handling it. You have legitimate reason to be bitter about it all, and yet beyond "calling a turd, a turd", you appear to be handling it well. This can only be helpful to your mom, whose general attitude about this all is equally impressive.

It's too bad that there are people in this world like your uncle. It's one thing when they take to believing their own bs, but it's another thing altogether when they start to taint the drinking water of those around them. Too much of that going on these days, and your uncle appears to have mastered the process. But who knows, in a moment of (still-clouded?) clarity and self-recognition, maybe he admitted to himself what the hell he'd been doing all along, and the guilt from it was more than he could bear. Would have rather seen him set his sons straight than swallow a bunch of pills, but that can't be changed now.

Anyway, it seems somehow inappropriate to say "Thank you for sharing this", but, well...good on you for taking the high road. (y)

I thought that as I wrote it and it kept getting longer. Thought about splitting it up or giving a tl;dr but figured if someone doesn't want to read it, that's fine. Thanks for hanging on!

I wasn't really posting it with any result in mind. I just haven't really rebuilt much of a social network since we moved back so I don't really have anyone outside my family to dump all this to. I know we've all encountered some deadbeats and have talked about it here, and in fact I've posted about him before.

I'd probably be a lot less at peace about it if everything had come out all at once. But we've known about power of attorney for a year and we've known him for most of his life so it wasn't hard to predict based on his spending habits that it would be gone in short order once my grandmother passed and we'd have to take it to court to see a penny of it, and that it would be drawn out, nasty, and without a guaranteed outcome. My mom made this call back then and I supported it then, and we've had a year to get used to that idea ..so the only surprise is that he actually "exceeded" our expectations and blew through it without even waiting for her to go for him to "inherit" it, and then...accelerated the process by which it got passed down to his sons.

Since no one really commented on the Bible verse I cited that my mom had quoted to him the last time they talked I'll assume no one looked it up, and that's ok - no judgement, but here it is.

Such are the paths of all who go after ill-gotten gain; it takes away the life of those who get it.
Proverbs 1:19 NIV
https://proverbs.bible/proverbs-1-19
 
Screw him. He and his sons are not worth worrying about. Live YOUR life the best you can and do not let the actions of others determine it.

100%

I spent this weekend living my life with my family doing things like hunting for mushrooms in the back of our property.

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Camped with the boys (5 and 8) in the backyard last night. I read them the first chapter of the Hobbit and we went to sleep to coyotes howling in the distance and woke up to what had to be thousands of birds.

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Then today after church I grilled burgers, we found a decent sized turtle next to the driveway and helped him up the creek to where there's still some water, and then "we" hung the zip line.



When I have so much to be thankful for it just seems foolish to get hung up on some money. I spent a lot of my early adult years chasing the next financial goal or the next "thing" to acquire and eventually realized there's no pot at the end of that rainbow.
 
Since no one really commented on the Bible verse I cited that my mom had quoted to him the last time they talked I'll assume no one looked it up, and that's ok - no judgement, but here it is.

Such are the paths of all who go after ill-gotten gain; it takes away the life of those who get it.
Proverbs 1:19 NIV

I'll admit to having looked it up when I read it, and I found it to be absolutely appropriate to the situation. I probably should have acknowledged that in my post, but failed to, for whatever reason. But like I said earlier, perhaps he had a moment of recognition, and perhaps it was a result of having that Bible verse quoted to him. Only he knows for certain.

🙏

Squatch
 
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I'll admit to having looked it up when I read it, and I found it to be absolutely appropriate to the situation. I probably should have acknowledged that in my post, but failed to, for whatever reason. But like I said earlier, perhaps he had a moment of recognition, and perhaps it was a result of having that Bible verse quoted to him. Only he knows for certain.

🙏

Squatch

I shouldn't have assumed. but yeah when she told me that I was like 😳

Agreed.
 
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TLDR: Just read the last sentence.

Sounds like a scumbag. Maybe he finally killed himself partially due to the guilt. Sounds like the other reasons might be because he was alone and miserable. Reminds me a bit of my siblings.

Some similarities: My mom has Alzeimer's. Dad is dying of cancer, probably has 2-4 years to live. He doesn't have a ton of money, but has designated me power of attorney. Partially because I'm the only one (two older sisters) that has kids and a lot of the will has to do with leaving my kids money for college and such.

My two sisters hate each other. I speak to both, but don't really have a functional relationship. They don't show any interest in keeping touch with my kids. I caught my oldest sister in a conversation, she only remembers one of their names.

Found out my middle sister put a lot of effort into having him sign over power of attorney to her. Trash talked me, etc. He affirmed that I am power of attorney because of my kids. Plus he doesn't like that the two sister's literally hate each other. They can't be in the same location because a physical fight will likely happen, and neither one will be more to blame. Additionally, he believes I would be the only one trusted to make sure my mom is taken care of and not moved to a 'less expensive' facility like my sister once suggested.

My oldest sister is wealthy, so he's not leaving her anything. Also because she's a nasty person. He puts up with her for brief visits, but they often end with him asking her to leave. Despite being attractive (or at least used to be), she hasn't had a steady boyfriend in 20+ years. Can't go to a restaurant without custom ordering a dish and then complaining about it. Thinks most people are losers if they don't make close to a million per year... Since she has lots of legal connections, I fully expect to be sued by her when my dad passes. Even though she doesn't need the money and it would be a fraction of her yearly income.

He's a retired attorney and states his will is rock solid. I spoke to a trust attorney and was told that no matter what the will says, I'll probably be giving her close to an equal percentage if she sues.

At this point, I live my life like I will never get a penny from my dad. Fully invest in retirement, etc. I figure at some point my middle sister might figure out a way to steal everything. I have a good friend that went through that. He has 3 sisters and one of them stole all of their grandma's money. Some people just have no morals and somehow find a way to justify theft. Even if it means stealing from their family.

At some point you just have to be content with what you've made out of your life. Money helps, but in the end, what really matters is family, friendships and a NICE FUCKING JEEP! :cool:
 
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After 62 years on this earth I've learned that just about everybody has family or siblings that are garbage and shitty.
I (had) three siblings, a brother and two older sisters that my wife and I have zero to do with, they're simply dead in our book.
The oldest sister, out of the blue, banned my wife from any and all future family events for no reason other than jealousy.
The other sister and brother see no issue and refuse to call the oldest sister out on her assinine expulsion.
I haven't spoken to any of them in almost 5 years now, but then, they're dead to me.
Blood only makes you related, it doesn't make you family.
 
Blood only makes you related, it doesn't make you family.

Wise words there..been trying to help my wife understand this. Her family makes a Jerry Springer episode seem normal. They show up in her life and make her miserable and she has always allowed this behavior. I always remind her that just because they are blood doesn't mean you have to tolerate them.

I think nearly everyone on here can relate to the stories talked about in some way.
 
I can definitely relate to extended family nonsense. FWIW @freedom_in_4low I think you're managing it well and forging bonds with your immediate family, ultimately, the folks that really matter.

My brother doubles as my best friend; I've been trying to convince him he needs a Jeep too but he's irrationally a die-hard Chevy guy. I might need to cut ways with him. :)
 
I can definitely relate to extended family nonsense. FWIW @freedom_in_4low I think you're managing it well and forging bonds with your immediate family, ultimately, the folks that really matter.

My brother doubles as my best friend; I've been trying to convince him he needs a Jeep too but he's irrationally a die-hard Chevy guy. I might need to cut ways with him. :)

LS swap a Jeep.
 
I can definitely relate to extended family nonsense. FWIW @freedom_in_4low I think you're managing it well and forging bonds with your immediate family, ultimately, the folks that really matter.

My brother doubles as my best friend; I've been trying to convince him he needs a Jeep too but he's irrationally a die-hard Chevy guy. I might need to cut ways with him. :)

yeah. For being only 3 years apart it's amazing how little me and my brother have in common, but we're at least functional and we enjoy having one another around and I don't imagine he'd ever do something like this.

He's of a strongly millennial mindset while I've always identified more with gen-x (case in point, I've met or exceeded my boomer parents expectations with respect to career and family life while he's broke and in debt, has 2 bachelors degrees and jumped between a handful of vastly different career paths and enjoys weed and shrooms and vacationing by himself to random villages in SE Asia, I invest in reliable mutual funds while he has crypto and Gamestop, etc.). I've been back a year and a half and my brother and I still haven't found the time to get together over a beer just the two of us, outside of big family gatherings or our kids birthdays. Part of it is he's a divorced dad with 2 jobs and a girlfriend that I'm pretty sure has some sort of dependency/attachment disorder so he's super busy but I take some of the responsibility on myself as I'm pretty sure that if ADHD exists, then I have it and it doesn't matter how important someone is to me, if I don't have something in front of me to remind me of them on a fairly regular basis, my brain will practically forget they exist for months at a time and I have to hack my brain with reminders and to-do lists to maintain relationships with people I don't see at least once a week.

I'm on a complete tangent now but I'm still learning how to relate to my immediate family when living near them. From when moving away to go to college at 19 to moving back to my hometown at 38, I never had relatives within a distance that we could just invite them or be invited over for dinner. It was phone calls every week or two and a 3 day visit once or twice a year, and now, I have no idea how often normal adults see their siblings and parents so I just follow their lead. Which means I see my parents every one or two weeks because they invite us over, and I mirror that. My brother doesn't reach out, and I mirror that too.
 
Amazing how family can screw other family....🤦
The world doesn't care about you....you would think that at least your own family would. Not the case. Sad.
Hang in there!
 
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A sad story indeed. Thank you for sharing.
Reminds me of my two older brothers.
The oldest was a screw up his entire life. Smoked 2 packs a day for 50 years. Long story short, when he was diagnosed with lung cancer and knew he was dying, he stopped making the house payment, got credit cards in his wife’s name and partied til the end. Leaving his wife holding the bag.
The less said about my other psychopath brother the better. He’s now dying and I don’t care. That’s something for another post I suppose.
 
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Follow-up on this story.

Sometime in May my mom got my grandmother moved into a memory care facility close enough to visit her several times per week, and though my idiot cousin fought it tooth and nail, my mom eventually got herself established as guardian in August. Initially my grandmother actually seemed to improve as a result of the regular activity and social interaction. She always seemed to know who I was, as well as both my parents, though it seemed every time she met my wife and kids it was the first time. She did have some drama surrounding a lady that initially started out as her "best friend" and then it got weird when my grandmother became convinced that this lady was HER mother, who actually dead bear a striking resemblance but has been dead since the early 70s. Alzheimers is weird, man.

My mom proceeded to make the legal moves to get the houses put back in my grandmothers name to make sure she had enough assets to pay for the level of care she needed, for the rest of her life. She was after all, in reasonably good condition for 83 so we expected she could have years, even half a decade. The attorney that ended up needing 4x as much money as he estimated just for the guardianship didn't really seem hungry enough to be aggressive, and somewhere in the process the judge they'd been dealing with retired or something and a new judge came in that had no experience in this area. Since then things were really slow. Cousin was dragging his feet on providing things he was court ordered to provide (like medical and financial records, access to my grandmothers house, etc), his attorney at times even admitted to not even "bothering him with that right now". Typical of everybody my uncle ever surrounded him with.

In December my grandmothers health took a seemingly random turn for the worse. Was increasingly agitated, in and out of the hospital for various things, then around the 3rd or 4th of January she was transported to the hospital and was never again seen in full consciousness. After a couple of days in the hospital, she went back to the memory care facility with hospice and she passed away last week with heart and kidney failure.

Like I said from the beginning, the legal measures were always about making sure she was taken care of, and we're not interested in challenging the bogus will my uncle made. The money involved is definitely not insignificant; it could definitely do some things for us but to spend years and tens of thousands on attorney and legal fees for an unknown outcome doesn't seem worth it. We're looking at the last 7 months as a blessing that we got to spend some more time with her, rather than her living out the last 3 years of her life in isolation as my uncles prisoner. My cousins will get all of it, and will most assuredly be broke again within 12 months, but I'll never know because I have no desire to have anything to do with either of them ever again. Good riddance.
 
Follow-up on this story.

Sometime in May my mom got my grandmother moved into a memory care facility close enough to visit her several times per week, and though my idiot cousin fought it tooth and nail, my mom eventually got herself established as guardian in August. Initially my grandmother actually seemed to improve as a result of the regular activity and social interaction. She always seemed to know who I was, as well as both my parents, though it seemed every time she met my wife and kids it was the first time. She did have some drama surrounding a lady that initially started out as her "best friend" and then it got weird when my grandmother became convinced that this lady was HER mother, who actually dead bear a striking resemblance but has been dead since the early 70s. Alzheimers is weird, man.

My mom proceeded to make the legal moves to get the houses put back in my grandmothers name to make sure she had enough assets to pay for the level of care she needed, for the rest of her life. She was after all, in reasonably good condition for 83 so we expected she could have years, even half a decade. The attorney that ended up needing 4x as much money as he estimated just for the guardianship didn't really seem hungry enough to be aggressive, and somewhere in the process the judge they'd been dealing with retired or something and a new judge came in that had no experience in this area. Since then things were really slow. Cousin was dragging his feet on providing things he was court ordered to provide (like medical and financial records, access to my grandmothers house, etc), his attorney at times even admitted to not even "bothering him with that right now". Typical of everybody my uncle ever surrounded him with.

In December my grandmothers health took a seemingly random turn for the worse. Was increasingly agitated, in and out of the hospital for various things, then around the 3rd or 4th of January she was transported to the hospital and was never again seen in full consciousness. After a couple of days in the hospital, she went back to the memory care facility with hospice and she passed away last week with heart and kidney failure.

Like I said from the beginning, the legal measures were always about making sure she was taken care of, and we're not interested in challenging the bogus will my uncle made. The money involved is definitely not insignificant; it could definitely do some things for us but to spend years and tens of thousands on attorney and legal fees for an unknown outcome doesn't seem worth it. We're looking at the last 7 months as a blessing that we got to spend some more time with her, rather than her living out the last 3 years of her life in isolation as my uncles prisoner. My cousins will get all of it, and will most assuredly be broke again within 12 months, but I'll never know because I have no desire to have anything to do with either of them ever again. Good riddance.

Sorry for your loss
 
Follow-up on this story.

Sometime in May my mom got my grandmother moved into a memory care facility close enough to visit her several times per week, and though my idiot cousin fought it tooth and nail, my mom eventually got herself established as guardian in August. Initially my grandmother actually seemed to improve as a result of the regular activity and social interaction. She always seemed to know who I was, as well as both my parents, though it seemed every time she met my wife and kids it was the first time. She did have some drama surrounding a lady that initially started out as her "best friend" and then it got weird when my grandmother became convinced that this lady was HER mother, who actually dead bear a striking resemblance but has been dead since the early 70s. Alzheimers is weird, man.

My mom proceeded to make the legal moves to get the houses put back in my grandmothers name to make sure she had enough assets to pay for the level of care she needed, for the rest of her life. She was after all, in reasonably good condition for 83 so we expected she could have years, even half a decade. The attorney that ended up needing 4x as much money as he estimated just for the guardianship didn't really seem hungry enough to be aggressive, and somewhere in the process the judge they'd been dealing with retired or something and a new judge came in that had no experience in this area. Since then things were really slow. Cousin was dragging his feet on providing things he was court ordered to provide (like medical and financial records, access to my grandmothers house, etc), his attorney at times even admitted to not even "bothering him with that right now". Typical of everybody my uncle ever surrounded him with.

In December my grandmothers health took a seemingly random turn for the worse. Was increasingly agitated, in and out of the hospital for various things, then around the 3rd or 4th of January she was transported to the hospital and was never again seen in full consciousness. After a couple of days in the hospital, she went back to the memory care facility with hospice and she passed away last week with heart and kidney failure.

Like I said from the beginning, the legal measures were always about making sure she was taken care of, and we're not interested in challenging the bogus will my uncle made. The money involved is definitely not insignificant; it could definitely do some things for us but to spend years and tens of thousands on attorney and legal fees for an unknown outcome doesn't seem worth it. We're looking at the last 7 months as a blessing that we got to spend some more time with her, rather than her living out the last 3 years of her life in isolation as my uncles prisoner. My cousins will get all of it, and will most assuredly be broke again within 12 months, but I'll never know because I have no desire to have anything to do with either of them ever again. Good riddance.

That’s a tough spot. Sorry for your loss