@HepLaurenceLB
My DH’s grandfather decided to sell his very large house and move into an old people’s home. He told his grandchildren (8 of them) that they could choose an item of furniture each. They had two weeks to visit and choose what they wanted. My DH couldn’t get there until the second week. All that was left was a Peddal bin and a coffee table. Turns out that DH’s eldest brother and his wife had turned up on the first day with a removal truck and took everything.
I don’t really care but it was so grabby.
This reminds me of when my father's wife died a couple of years ago. I arrived a couple of days later than his other children (different mother) and he told me I could take any clothes I wanted. I went upstairs and there was a coat and a couple of other things hanging on otherwise empty rails (she was a great clothes fiend and loved designer labels!). I wondered where they were but didn't say anything.
After the funeral, his other children were leaving and one of them had their boot open. It stuffed with black bin bags full of clothes!!! Could hardly get it closed. Then I noticed the back seat also piled high with bags. "They're for Amy".
Amy being her daughter. WTF a 12 year old would want with a 60+ woman's clothes I haven't a clue! Or why she thought I'd actually believe they weren't going to sell an absolute shedload of designer clothes...
I guessed that the coat and other couple of items had been left because she knew Dad was going to suggest I take something, so there had to be at least ONE thing left for me!
I'm in stitches just thinking about this because this particular daughter does her utmost more than the others to pretend I don't exist, and everything is a competition to her. She more or less arranged the funeral, then a while later another relative died and I arranged that funeral. I heard Dad speaking to her on the phone at the time and he said what a good job I'd made, then a pause as she spoke, then Dad saying "It's not a competition you know."
