I came home this evening to a slurry of messages on a largely inactive account which took me back to the original post here on 24/07/2012. That is over 11.5 years ago and I was a different person then.
Thank you all, the new comments and the old ones. I re-read many today and I can't find words to say thanks for the shared feelings, especially from those who have experienced similar.
The law hasn't changed. Despite the massive amounts of money involved and the life changing decisions made, the truth is that it is "first past the post wins" and it doesn't matter whether that is fraudulent or truthful.
My child is now 16 and moving into a world where salaries are not enough to buy a place to live unless you are a doctor, banker, engineer, lawyer or some other high earning individual.
There are no more houses affordable for teachers, carers, the average person or the single parent. Unless you have an inheritance, you are fucked and if you don't get an inheritance, then your kid is fucked. Sorry, but that's the way it is.
Maybe you get lucky in the world of good lucks or fate strikes and you find a partner who has a crock of gold but for the rest of us 99.99%, what gives ?
I sat on grandpa's knee and he didn't have a penny to leave but it was in a time when it didn't matter because houses, nice houses, were not an investment, they were a necessity and you could buy one for 2 or 3 times your annual salary and that was fine.
Today, a house in the ex shithole of Angel in Islington is £3m to £6m. Jeremy Corbyn has one and his son was "gifted" a council property. Labour - working for themselves.
I've lost the opportunity to make my sibling pay. I have wasted too much time, far too much money and way too many tears.
There is no change, the next person, maybe you reading this, or your daughter, they will be shafted just like me, just like my child, and one side of a generation will prosper and the other will have to fight for the sake of a scribbled line in a will or a fraudulent photocopy.
I'm older now of course. I'm still alone. Still single. Working multiple jobs, nights, double shifts and then any overtime available doesn't make it easy to find someone who is themselves worthy of your time but it make you hard, too hard I think.
There has always been food on the table, radiators on, clean clothes and school trips paid for, though sometimes Peter has certainly had to pay Paul. My child knows but doesn't ask, they have but they know they don't have. As always, I'd be the last to eat if there had to be a choice. Today we both cooked a cottage pie and vegetables, enough for 6 meals and we shared a bottle of red wine, as we talked as adults, equals, though age discriminates of course.
Perhaps the most poignant thing is that if you gave me the amount of money involved today it would be largely meaningless. The value has been lost to what it would have bought, the life it would have given, not what a 12 year old amount would buy today, perhaps 25% to 50% of what it would have bought then.
I would have liked the choice. That is what hurts most. And the fact that it was just fucking wrong, illegal but no-one cared.
Some asked me to write. I have sometimes but across the years when you pick it up from time to time you tend not to write about the good times and it is only the dark times that make the edits.
I'm not a great storyteller and my story is not meant to be one of woe and despair. I'm a survivor, not an advertisement for giving in or jumping off a cliff !
My intention one day is to find someone to help me to write a guide to "not getting fucked over by the greedy bastard sibling or relative" and to push for a change in the law, so that what happened to me and countless others can never happen again.
The trouble is that the spineless lawyers aren't interested.
I'd do nothing today because my child needs me. Yet some days I swear a little promise to myself that there will be a day when I won't care and whilst I'd love to find love, to retire in the arms of someone who cared enough to care, like Sarah Connor it might just come that "I'll be back".
For those in or near the same situation, reach out to me, it is the only way to build a movement for change.
For those who sympathise, I honour and respect your feelings. Thank you.