UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Category: Life

  • When the Mask Slips: Inheritance, Greed and the Strange Coldness of Family..

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    Mae Faurel
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    They say grief brings people together. But whoever said that clearly never sat across from a relative who sees your pain as a nuisance and your rights as negotiable. I didn’t know how cold someone could be until there was something they wanted to protect, something made of turf, land and legalese. I keep asking…

  • Why Are We Here? A Numerologist’s Return to the Numbers…

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    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life. About why we’re here on this strange, beautiful, sometimes brutal earth plane. About what it all means and whether there really is some deeper order beneath the chaos. Funny thing is, I used to have answers for those questions. Or at least, I thought I did. Years…

  • When Accusations Are Confessions in Disguise..

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    Mae Faurel
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    It was 2020. Lock down had just hit. The world was a weird, anxious place, and like most people, I was just trying to get through each day without losing my mind. I remember sitting outside in the sun, hoping for a little peace and fresh air when Bully came storming out of the house.…

  • The Bigger Picture – What It All Means

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    Mae Faurel
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    At the end of the day this whole ordeal has forced me to confront some hard truths about family, loyalty and fairness. It’s easy to get caught up in the drama, the manipulation and the hurt. But when the dust settles, you realize that people’s actions speak louder than their words. Some folks, whether intentionally…

  • Ghosted by the Living..

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    Mae Faurel
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    When Executors, Siblings & Solicitors Vanish Like Smoke Let’s talk about the silence. Not the dignified kind. The deafening kind.The kind where emails are left unread. Phone calls fade into nothing.The kind where you start wondering if your own grief has made you invisible. Welcome to Ghosting: Probate Edition. What Is Ghosting in the World…

  • The Weight of Words, the Echo of Actions..

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    Mae Faurel
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    There’s a quiet kind of damage that lives inside people. You can’t see it when you pass them in the street or when they smile politely across a room, or when they tell a joke to keep the heaviness at bay. It’s the kind of pain that doesn’t leave visible scars but shapes how a…

  • When the Laughing Stops..

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    Mae Faurel
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    When the Laughing Stops What Comes After the Family Folklore Under the Will, Over the Drama – Reflections from Faurel Hill You joke, you write, you poke fun.And then suddenly, something hits: Wait… was that always funny? Or was I surviving? Lately, memories have been knocking, loud ones. Things I’d buried under sarcasm and six…

  • It’s only clear when you look back..

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    Mae Faurel
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    I didn’t see it then. I was too busy surviving, too busy trying to keep the peace, too busy walking on eggshells. Living in fear does something to you, it rewires your thinking. You start to believe that discomfort is normal. That tiptoeing is just how life works. That maybe you’re the problem. That maybe…

  • He Did His Best…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Today I found myself lost in old photographs of my dad. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular but what I found was the ache of missing him. In those images, he looked strong. Protective. Present. He stood between me and the chaos more than I realized at the time. He shielded me from Bully…

  • When Family Drama Doesn’t End with the Funeral: Living with the Ongoing Fallout…

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    Mae Faurel
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    People think family drama fades with time or distance. That once the will is read, the turf is divided and the house is cleared out, it all settles down. But the truth is, I live with the effects every single day. This post isn’t about satire or snark. It’s not a character study or a…