Why is it some horrible things never end?

When Carole died, I thought that we had been through the worst.  But in some ways, the bad just changed direction.

As Carole was dying her son Barry made her and Rob's lives hell.  At the funeral he apologised to all.  That lasted until the lunch after, when he bailed up Rob and told him he had heard there was $50,000 and what was being done with Caarole's jewellery.  So  much for the big apology.

And now, months later, he pops up on Facebook, no hi Fi how are you.  Just wat (sic) is going on with Carole's estate and for me to tell Rob to call him.

So I tell him to call Rob himself and not involve me, and he starts in on Rob.  Claiming Carole didn't know what she had told Rob to do because she wasn't in her right mind and that Rob needs to grow balls.  This from the idiot who was too scared to call Rob himself.  And then what would we know - we had only known Carole for three years. And then he claims all he wants is the photos.  If that was the truth, we wouldn't be having an argument. Rob would gladly give him the photos.

I saw red - bad I know.  I told him we had been with Carole thoughout and how much we loved her and how much she had loved us - telling Mum and Dad she wished she was their real daughter and I was her real sister.  That he was the one who had made her life hell the last few weeks and how he had to be told to come and see her just before she died.  And that he needed to behave like an adult and ask Collette for his balls back.

That last bit was gratuitous I know, but he accused Rob of not having balls, and I was there and saw Rob take every step with Carole.  He has balls in spades.

My reading - the wedding is costing more and he wants money for it.  The very last thing Carole would want to contribute to anyway, knowing how much she thought Collette was a gold-digger.  And wait until he finds out from Allan what Rob has given him.  He will go ballistic.