The other day I posted about being battle ready with the trustee. Daddy and I walked into a face-to-face meeting with him on Tuesday. I was grounded, calm, cool, collected and incredibly prepared.
I walked in with a plan and legal documents and information backing me. I prepared a letter demanding action in areas he’s broken the law with California Probate Codes listed and notifying him that failure to comply would result in legal action against him. I was calm, respectful and professional.
Not only did he refuse to act in the ways necessary, his wife yelled at us twice. Upon the second time, I stood up telling them I’d see them in court and left. The looks on their faces were priceless.
Fast forward a couple days. I sought resources through my medical plan’s social workers. After a lengthy phone call today filled with resources, I hung up and called the District Attorney and Adult Protective Services. The DA transferred me over to the family law advocacy center where I was immediately assigned an advocate. She is preparing the proper verbage to assist me in filing a police report which will be forwarded to the DA. She works closely with APS and a number of other agencies.
I’ve needed help with this issue for a very long time. It’s huge and there’s so much financial abuse and wrong doing that I’m left without sufficient funds to help myself. The majority of probate attorneys don’t want to take a case with this much litigation… and certainly not without a minimum of $5,000 upfront. So far outside of my reach that I gave up for some time.
People who say anger isn’t useful aren’t very knowledgeable. Anger is a protective measure and motivates us to get things done. Self preservation plays a big part in anger. I needed to get ANGRY to move forward and seek assistance beyond my own immediate skill set and knowledge of what to do.
Each person I spoke with was more aghast at the abuse than the last. This is what I needed. Knowing it’s wrong and feeling it’s wrong is one thing. Having outsiders validate how awful something is goes a long way. Having people step up to help you because it’s wrong is an ever bigger validation.
I was near tears with gratitude and relief by the time I hung up the phone with the advocate. Finally someone on my side helping without an agenda! I can let some of the stress and responsibility go and know that I have help. Not only do I have help, but outsiders are aware of what’s going on and will step in as the law allows to help and protect me.
After a long, hard, emotionally draining week I can finally sit back and allow myself to trust that things are going to be OK.