(T-27 Days) Dueling Shit Shows

T: -27 Days: Prelude To YentaBeast's Departure

Where to begin? I'm not even sure I've sufficiently delved into the beast of whom my brother married 16 years ago. Pretty much a monster in all manner. Shrill, know it all, emasculating, rude, socially inept, pretentious, jealous, petty--do you have all day? The inventory truly is never ending.

Where to start? I don't know where I left off as it pertains to peeling the rotten orange that she is. Have I delved into and analyzed her as a human--and I dare say that as she's truly proven herself time and time again to be nothing more than an over-stuffed garbage bag wrapped in something resembling skin and trying to pass herself off as a human. 

I've always thought she was evil; however, her actions as of late truly demand a refinement on the adjective to adequately describe her.

The nuts and bolts of what is going on currently is that she wants to leave my brother and plans on doing so the beginning of December, a scant 27 days from today (really, 26 days and a wake up). This would be difficult yet manageable if it weren't for the fact that we have come to discover that she had not managed to pay their mortgage for an fathomable 61 months.

For 16 years, my brother, in good faith, has had his paychecks directly deposited into a joint account; and in good faith, he presumed that since bill paying was her strong suit, that she would be doing just that--paying the bills. And paying the bills one would assume (rightly, so) it would include paying one's mortgage.

I'm not really certain what has transpired in the last five years. Perhaps she wanted to restructure their mortgage? Or perhaps she re-mortgaged the house? Or perhaps she forgot to fill out some necessary paperwork and then things snowballed from there? I haven't a clue. Perhaps she put it in forebearance? And since she's home, she'd grab the bills and notices as they arrived--and perhaps there was a foreclosure notice taped to the house itself, which she also hid from my brother.  

The full depths of the fraud she's perpetuated against my brother has yet to be fully actualized. What I have detailed herein is merely the superficial stuff he's unearthed. I am sure there will be more of a financial shit show to be discovered after he finally sees his divorce attorney.

No, she hasn't absconded with his money, or at least not all of it (she has moved some money around, but smaller amounts that wouldn't necessarily catch one's attention if they weren't looking closely); from what I can gather, the money is still in the account; however, the house is scheduled for foreclosure on 11/21, 18 days from today (really 17 and a wake up).

So if you're following along and connecting the dots, she fully intended on leaving my brother at the beginning of December, and planned on doing so without informing my brother that he is on the precipice of being homeless. It is only within the last week that my brother started digging around, and with the help of our brother-in-law, he has uncovered quite the shit storm she has been planning for him, for the last FIVE YEARS.

So he's got 17 days and a wake up until the Sheriff's office comes by and puts a lock on his home. I'm envisioning how this could have gone down had he not made this crucial discovery this week: perhaps he would have worked a long day, then made that one hour commute home, in the dark of night, only to realize he cannot get into his home. 

The unfortunate thing here is, my brother possesses all the negative qualities of both of my parents: dad's laziness and complacency and weakness; and mom's ease of getting overwhelmed, and weakness; zero fortitude on both of their parts, and zero ability to be an adult.

To say my brother is overwhelmed is an understatement. The last few days he's been INERT. In shock. And wasting precious time wallowing when he could be ferrying what possessions of his that he can (in such a short amount of time) to a storage facility, and come up with a transitional plan for his life--as well as contact a divorce attorney (and looks likely he'll need a bankruptcy attorney too), and do what damage control he can, to minimize what little of the destruction his wife has wrought.  

I don't presume to know what it must have been like for the last 16 years to live in their home; however, as a bystander, at family gatherings, their presence together was unbearable.  

And if you're curious about what's going on with my mother's house, where we left off there is:

1.  10/14 The estate liquidator came by to do a walk through and do an assessment of volume of stuff and talk over fees to organize/price/advertise the tag sale--despite us signing a contract and the estate sale was supposed to take place THIS weekend (11/4), the liquidator has flaked already and wants to reschedule for the following weekend--this is getting everyone anxious as fuck!
2. A bill has been received already from Shady Pines, to the tune of $13K--so it's more than somewhat urgent that we get the home emptied and sold in order to pay Audrey's bill, so she can continue to live out her days in delusion, as if she were Leona Helmsley living at a 5 star hotel, complaining how the staff isn't wiping her ass quick enough;
3. In the interim, now, as we empty my mother's house of HER stuff, my brother is going to be moving what stuff of his he can into the house, so he won't be out on the street homeless--this is a temporary thing for the next 1-2 months until the house sells, and hopefully in that amount of time, he'll get his act together;
4. In the interim, we are worried about his health. In subsequent posts to this one, I might do a small series of posts that delve a bit into what a trash heap this twat has been, not just to my brother, but to pretty much everyone in our family--however, as this paragraph is devoted to my brother's health, my sister and I are concerned that he'll end up having a fatal heart attack from all the stress;
5. In the interim, we also are doubly concerned about him hitting rock bottom--and many other people have turned up in the evening news in the form of an article about how some mild mannered man ends up murdering his family and commits suicide--as tragic as this is, this would not surprise me if this were the case.

A related neuron that WANTS to fire, desperately, in this blog post is the tidbit that she is a president or vice president on her synagogue's ways and means committee. I feel quite confident that the rabbi, executive director, as well as the board of directors of the shul would want to know the details of how she's managed to be unable to pay a simple bill for FIVE YEARS, and quite possibly misappropriated marital money--if she did this to the person who was her PROVIDER as well as the father of her child, there is no doubt in my mind that she could JUST AS EASILY put the temple and its finances at risk--only thing here is, I am not sure how to go about informing them, and I don't know the legal ramifications of that action.   

This woman is a fucking blight, and I want to scorch the earth by outing her and shaming her.