Jesus, I can't believe I long ago I started this thread.
I'm sitting here with my feelings about myself divided between feeling like I'm a real chickenshit, and feeling I've probably done the wisest thing by letting the executor start to hang herself.
After the last post, I more or less put the pursuit of getting information on the back burner. Honestly, I'm a very healthy happy person and I can't believe how even the thought of having to deal with any family member (except one) ties my stomach in knots.
Last weekend, I called the executor about getting the tax statements so I could file, she hadn't gotten hers yet either, the accountant was just getting them out.
As long as I had her on the line, I again asked why I've never received any info...
her response "We sent that to you long ago...shortly after mom's death"
"No" I said, "You have certainly not. I have written, emailed and fax you, the attorney and the accountant, and have never received anything. Why would I have kept requesting this if you'd sent it to me already?"
She had finally screwed up by saying that..
I've written a letter to her and the attorney, all business, stating the facts and including copies of all written correspondence, emails and faxes.
At the end, I stated how I knew NJ probate procedures were treated in a more hands off fashion than in other states, but since she has ignored so many documented requests, I felt that was more than enough to substantiate she has made no effort as the executor to keep me as a beneficiary informed.
I gave them 15 business days to send me what I then listed, all simple reasonable things that would involve no more than reaching into the estates file.
I also said I did not want to incur the expense out of my pocket to arrange for an attorney to proceed with an accounting of the estate, so if that's what came to pass I would petition that the expense come out of her pocket, as I have proof on multiple requests being ignored.
I'm going to wait until tomorrow to mail it, certified.
To most people, what I'm doing looks like something that should have been done long ago, and with a clear conscience.
That just shows what a f*cking screwed up childhood I had that I can still sit here and worry that I'm the one doing the wrong thing.
I f*cking hated my childhood because it can still make me feel like this at the age of 48.
I hate having to deal with devious people.
I hate the fact my family is so devious and evil.