Lovely, my Mother just called and tried to set me up for a three against one meeting with my ex-semi-friend acquaintance/current trust attorney, Mom's secretary, and my Mother, next Friday. I told her I'd do it, but not with Tina, her secretary. Mom freaked. Then she handed the phone to Tina, saying, she doesn't want to meet with you. I heard Tina saying, "Well, I don't particularly want to be there anyway." When Tina took the phone I said, "Look Tina I did this before with you and Mom at the house, I don't care to go through that again." So Tina said, "Fine I won't go then." Fuck. I can't stand talking about money with any of them, they're all totally unreasonable and I just know it's going to be an ambush. What's the point? You spend too much money. We can't afford it. You're going to go through your entire inheritance and be a penniless homeless person out on the streets. We don't want to see that happen and you have to think of your son. You have got to get rid of those cats and stop spending money. Here we've drawn up a totally unreasonable budget, figure out how to live within it. Ya know, I think I'll call Peter before hand and see what the hell he plans on telling me so that I'm prepared. He needs to hear a few things from my point of view, things I won't be able to say when they're both busy attacking me.
I was so hoping it was the vet calling and not Mom. Esther doesn't think Ala is going to make it, I don't know what to do, I feel like I'm going to throw up. All I want to do is hide under the covers.