How To Have The Last Glorious Word

As a hardworking mother of eight children, my beloved mother overcame many obstacles during her long life. However, there was one challenge that so completely overwhelmed her that it ultimately led to her passing at the age of 84, the loss of her sight.

The problem was what is called macular degeneration, which in my mother’s case was due to high blood sugar. Thankfully, she still had some peripheral vision which allowed her to watch TV out of the corner of her eye. Sadly, she had to finally retire from her job as a cook in a residential home for the aged. But that was just the tip of the iceberg that was to come.

My mother’s biggest problem was four of my siblings, who decided to take every possible financial advantage they could. They actually robbed her blind of all of her life savings. Even one of their daughters got in on the act by stealing from Mum’s bank account with a cash card she stole. And that was only a half of the problem. The other half was the verbal abuse, demeaning humiliation and aggressive threats that two of her daughters dished out to her.

Those two monsters, both professional nurses, just wanted to scare my mother out of telling anybody about what they were up to. However, my mother did tell me what was up and I was absolutely furious. I so wanted to sort the two witches out, Unfortunately, my mother, afraid for her life, begged me to not say a word. “They’ll wait until you have gone back to Spain,” where I lived at that time, “…and then they will attack me.”

Looking back I torture myself for not having done more to protect my mother. Unfortunately, I too was embroiled in family drama with a very acrimonious divorce from my second ex-wife. I spent fifteen years in and out of one Spanish court after another to defend myself from a long-term series of revenge-driven false accusations. I was declared innocent in every single case, but the damage to my professional and personal life was devastating.

In her prime, my mother could have very easily given those two bitches the rounds of the kitchen. However, the loss of her sight rendered her vulnerable in the extreme. And the toll it took on my mother’s health was acutely painful to see. In the end, the lack of care and compassion proved too much to bear and my dearly beloved Mum passed away, but not before she had the last word from beyond the grave.

In one glorious ‘Fuck Off’ move to her tormentors, my mother disinherited them. Oh boy, were they ever furious? You betcha. So furious that the two little witches physically attacked me during the week of Mum’s funeral. It was worth it.

How on Earth they could ever think that after treating her in such an appalling manner she would line their pockets with a large part of her estate is beyond me. She left each of them just $100 out of her $ix-figure net worth after she was advised that she had to leave them something to avoid erroneous claims on her estate.

Two things I took from that experience were; 1, To never let my own children treat me in such an appalling fashion, and 2, if they ever tried they would get the same ‘Fuck Off’ from the grave that my two ex-sisters got.

As things turned out, further down the line I did indeed have a bad experience with my four children. My two daughters went to stay with me I Spain, which was always good for a free holiday for them, at my expense. The last time they visited they took a friend. It seems to me that when girls get together they can be just as horrible and mean as any group of boys can.

For no good cause, though no doubt inspired by the lies of their mother, my two delightful daughters chose to insult and demean me with disgusting insults, just to get a laugh from their freeloading friend. When we got back home from the restaurant I had taken them to and paid for, I read the girls the riot act in the privacy of the kitchen. I was not amused, and suddenly, neither were they. They could not take the bollocking and have never spoken to me since (2010). That was what I got after five years of childcare followed by fifteen years of free holidays abroad.

I did try to explain why I was so triggered by what they said, but that just made them worse. One daughter told me to piss off and the other just ignored me. They were so defensive in their denial that they had done me any wrong with comments that were unfounded, unwarranted and undeserved.

Not too many years later, my youngest daughter intentionally missed an opportunity to reconcile with me when she chose to get married (then not long after divorced) and had a child with her second serious partner. She didn’t even bother to tell me about the wedding or the newborn, I heard about both on the social media grapevine.

A few years later, I did try several times to recover the contact, all to no avail. Their brother, my eldest son was no doubt told a pack of lies, so I lost him as well.

As for my youngest son, this one by my second, narcissistic, pathologically lying ex-wife, I have not heard from him for ten years (since 2014). The boy was effectively kidnapped by his malicious mother operating behind my back in cahoots with a bent Spanish attorney called Raul P…. S……

Now I know some will say to give it time, all is not lost. Well, I told myself the same thing, but 10/15 years of waiting has long since caused me to abandon all hope of any sort of reconciliation. And so, it’s a ‘Fuck Off,’ from the grave for all of them too.

These days I live a wonderful life with an amazing third wife, and she is all I need. My entire estate will go to her if I go before her. Seriously, if I had known how things would turn out I would not have bothered having any kids at all.

My advice to the generation of today is…

1. Do not get married.

2. Do not have any children.

3. Do not put anything of value in anybody else’s name.

4. Love ‘em and leave ‘em.

5. Buy a sex doll, even the most expensive one will be a darn sight cheaper than a costly divorce.

And to those who may be tempted to comment “But wait a minute, you got married a third time.” Yes, I did, but I had nothing left to lose having been well and truly shafted and disenfranchised by my first two ex-wives.