When my mother passed away, I was devastated not just because of her sudden loss, but also because of our unresolved tensions. She’d never trusted my husband Peter, and though she never said it outright, her disapproval was clear. Weeks after her funeral, I learned she’d left me everything: over $400,000 in assets. Peter’s support quickly turned into manipulation as he pushed for luxury purchases, vacations, and a new home all funded by the inheritance. His enthusiasm felt less like love and more like greed.
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