We are well off enough that each could take 1/2 and move on and not be too bad off financially – but it would be a major lifestyle hit. (I would probably move to another state to be near my children and grandkids) I also have to push my feelings aside and calculate – chances are pretty good I will outlive him. If I do, then the other 1/2 of the estate will ensure I’m not struggling later on and ultimately go to my heirs. (Not his). My biggest fear is that if I passed first, the script would flip and my kids would get nothing. I really don’t want to bring any of this up and give him ideas! Not so easy to stay in it then maybe – at least without some kind of legal assurances. It’s a mess either way.

I totally agree with your comment…”Email is nice but it doesn’t say I care the same way an envelope in the letterbox does.” My card list has gotten smaller as people have died or moved away and out of my life, but I still love to get cards and send them. It’s the only time of the year you can say “yes, I don’t see you often, but I wish you a happy Christmas and happy and healthy new year.”

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Exactly!!! What is wrong with people??? This is a perfect place to vent because I pestered both my sisters last night about this very topic and I’m pretty sure they are through listening. Last night, I’m sitting watching the new Sean Bean, Robin Hood series, not that great actually, but nonetheless I get a text from the most irritating person asking me what I’m doing; I don’t respond and this female decides to drive 18 miles to my neighborhood and forgetting where exactly my house is barges in on my neighbors peace and quiet (I can see her damn headlights) asking for me. They apparently tell her I live next door. She leaves their driveway and sends this text, ‘I am looking right at your house, eh?’. I am so mad by this point, I want to confront her gigantic ass, but instead I turn my tv off, sit in the dark and watch as her taillights slowly pull away. She then texts me that she ‘is going home’ and pulls back out on the highway. The only thing that kept her gigantic cooch from driving down my driveway is that my gate was closed. I see this person once a year maybe, we are not friends, I went to high school with her years ago. But yet in some fever dream, she shows up at my house?!? I am female as well and have been plagued over the years with several women who basically won’t leave me alone. Two I have blocked on my phone, the third I work with and I have to keep her at arm’s length because she’s an emotional vampire. I’m not excessively friendly because I only enjoy company from a few select people and still these women wanted to bother me. Wtfudge!