There *has* to be a speciall sort of hell...

 Oh, how I hate days like this...

I assume not many of you know my family situation, but my mom has been married and living with my step-dad for 25 years.  

And then it gets ugly, as it has been ugly for over a year.  

My step-brother is suing to have my step-dad declared incompetent and take over all of his finances.  He has many times said he'd have him declared incompetent and put him away.  He is very greedy and has been harassing my parents. 

Here are some of the wonderful things he's done so far:  

- He has sent fax after fax to anyone in the family to make outrageous claims,

- fired my brother (who was working for the company my step-dad owns),

- changed the ownership of my parent's house from their names to a company's (my step-dad changed it back),

-canceled my step-dad's doctor's appointments so they wouldn't give him the medicine he needs for the dementia he is suffering from, 

- told my parent's realtor not to help them find a new house,

- has been going to the old house they lived in and stealing art and furniture (he has a key and no one is living there).   

My mom got a restraining order against him, but it was revoked when the court asked my step-dad (who, remember, is suffering from dementia) if he wanted to see his "children", of course he said yes.  

This piece of shit is trying to kill my parents with the stress he is causing them.  The trial is on March 9th, and today my mom received a document from the State of Florida, Department of Children and Families because she's been named as the alleged perpetrator of Abuse, Neglect, or Exploitation in a case involving my step-dad.  This meeting is set for the 8th, the day before the trial.  They have been married for 25 years and for those who've met my mom, you know this is completely outrageous, she takes care of him, gives him his meds, keeps him on track and loves him with all her heart.  

I am about to explode.  I have so much hurt and anger in my heart it's unbelievable.  I truly think this piece of scum is trying to make my parents either have a stroke or nervous breakdown from the stress, and at ages 83 and 76, they are just not as strong as they once were...  

I might have to take a trip to Florida just so my mom won't be alone during the trial, although she doesn't want me to come.  I hate feeling like my hands are tied when I would love to wrap them around this scumbag's neck.  He really, truly wants to destroy my parents, and I fear that if the court gives him all the financial power, their life would be hell, and I don't want the end of their lives to be so incredibly ugly.  

Anyway, that's all really.  I just had to vent.  I am sad that I can't "rise above it", that I can't get over the hatred I feel, the want to physically/emotionally/mentally hurt this person, as he is the one who's planting all these seeds of hatred in our hearts.  I want to be forgiving, understanding, but at the moment I just want to put on a pair of steel-toe workboots and stomp on his fat face.  He is the evil twin of the Pillsbury Doughboy, the one with the greasy face, in case you need some sort of visual reference...  

My husband and I don't think it will end after the trial, no matter the outcome, this evil piece of slime will continue to make them miserable, so as wrong as it may seem, there has to be a special sort of hell for him.  

Thanks for reading,
Gabriela