I won, but it doesn’t feel like a win. The mediation took the entire day. The judge and court appointed attorney were bouncing back and forth from my room to the other room. I had no idea it would be this taxing and toxic and surreal.
But, I won. I got my mothers crooked conservator, Jeffrey Siegel, to resign. It took almost two years but I managed to pull it off so why don’t I feel any sense of peace.
Well, number one he never explained where all the family belongings went. Where are my high school trophies? Where are my dad’s vinyl records? Where’s my mothers china? Where did everything go?!
Number two, he never had to explain all the faulty spending on unnecessary house renovations. Why did he decided to rip up the kitchen and turn it into a Price is Right set I don’t know, nor will I ever know.
Number three, why does he get to suggest a conservator to take his place? That one causes me severe questioning, and makes absolutely no sense to me. So we have to fire our current temporary conservator who has done an outstanding job this past month to appease him? There is something odd going on here.
I don’t get it, but, having an estranged sibling not willing to be on the same page as the rest of the family didn’t help matters either. Truthfully, when it comes to crooked conservators, they prey on dysfunctional families. I have a dysfunctional family that fell right into his dirty hands. And when he took over, he took everything. Not just belongings from the house, or millions from the estate but, he took my mother. She stopped being social. She never picked up her phone. She never left the house. She was mentally, emotional, and psychotically deleted from my life all due to a stranger that came in and looted everything.
So, I won. He’s gone but, the time I missed not having a mom these past two years can never be replaced. And deep down inside it’s not over. I’m glad that he is removed from my family but, I have fingers. I can write. Maybe it’s time for another tell all….