A strange and unexpected form of validation has started creeping out of the woodwork since my mother died some weeks ago. I had a call from my toxic BIL's oldest friend who I haven't seen for years. He is the very last person to say anything bad about anyone, but he told me that he and his wife want nothing more to do with my toxic sister and her husband. They too have been on the receiving end of their shitty behaviour and have had enough.
I was totally open about how appallingly they had behaved after mum died. No funeral. No flowers. Cutting me and all the grandkids out. Removing me as executor. He said they were shocked, but not surprised.
Then another call from another friend of theirs, saying pretty much the same.
The validation? That we at the stately homes are not mad when we perceive these awful manipulative behaviours. It's not us, it's them. Other people see it clearly, but don't say anything.
Anyway. After receiving yet another shitty one-sentence email from toxic sister, I told her to go fuck herself and that I never want to see her or BIL again.
I am however going to send a missive at some point to remind them of their duties as executors, including a full set of accounts (they've been living out of my mother's bank account for years). I expect they've been very busy shredding the evidence. I'm very tempted to engage a solicitor to do it, just to cause them maximum stress.
Revenge is a dish best served on legal letterhead.