Featuring feats of entitlement, vanishing assets, and emotional gymnastics.

In a heartwarming display of ‘keeping it in the family‘ (and by ‘it’ we mean land, property, and any remaining sanity), the estate has now been equitably divided as follows:
In a stunning display of generational entitlement, my brother – a man of modest talents but big farm energy – has successfully claimed not one, but two family farms. Apparently, one sprawling estate just didn’t quench the thirst.
Eyewitnesses report:
- A suspiciously fast-moving will.
- A lot of ‘Mom would’ve wanted this’.
- And zero shame.
When asked why one farm wasn’t sufficient, Brother dearest allegedly responded, ‘Well, I do like options’.
We now go live to the rest of the siblings, who received:
- A dusty toolbox
- Half a casserole dish
- And the eternal honor of being told “you’re just bitter”
- Brother #1: Two farms. Yes, two. Because apparently when it rains generational wealth, it pours straight into his pockets.
- Sister: The other land. Plus a charming house in the sun, for when she needs to recover from the emotional strain of benefiting from unfair distribution.
- Sister (me):
- A roof over my head
- 12 years of unpaid elder care
- And the distinct honor of being gaslit into silence because ‘family comes first’.
- Other shafted sibling: Solidarity, confusion and a vague suggestion they should be ‘more grateful’.
Please note:
- Discussing any of this aloud is strictly forbidden.
- Any attempt to question the distribution will result in accusations of ‘bitterness’ and/or a sudden group text titled ‘Let’s just move on‘.

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