That Widow

Day 76 and it’s been 11 weeks, 77 days, 1848 hours, 110880 minutes, 6652800 seconds since he’s been gone.

Today I was trying to figure out the mortgage payments, again. The bank applied the money for a months payment to the wrong month. They did a double payment on one month so that would mean I’m behind a payment now and they tacked on a $60 late fee. None of this was my fault, all on their side. The problem comes in that they still won’t put my name on anything despite my name being joint on the survivorship deed, his surviving spouse on his death certificate, and his will says I get everything? Including section 5 where it specifically states real estate. None of that is good enough for the bank, oh no, they want me to go to probate court to get an executor of estate paperwork. Why?! 🤯 It’s all a money game.

It didn’t help that the lady at the probate court was rude and didn’t want to help me at all. She just kept telling me to get a lawyer rather than where I could find the paperwork I need. Online all the surrounding counties have their probate paperwork online, fill it out, bring it back, not a big deal. Not my backwoods, down home, kiss your cousin on the mouth County.

Day 76 and I cried, probate sucks, and he’s still gone.