reprise
07-06-2005, 11:21 AM
As many of you know (because the IPU knows I've told you about it so often), I have been the trustee for a rather small amount of money for my son until he turned an age nominated by me. I didn't think he was responsible at age 18, I didn't think he was responsible at age 21, but given the amount of money involved and given that if it was going to be at all useful to him I finally signed it over to him last weeks on his 25th birthday.
Well you'd think I'd raped a fucking monkey. As one of the trustees on this account, I've put it off for 11 frigging years. Until today, I did NOT know that the rest of you were tied into my releasing *your* money. I always knew that I was a trustee in my son's account until he turned 25 and then 30, but I really did not know that you guys couldn't claim *your share* until I signed off on it.
So you're all trying to convince your dad to sign over the money to you *now* before he's even dead, because y'all got youselves in mega debt in anticipation of BOTH of your parents dying and he's still around and playing competition table tennis all over the world in his mid-eighties.
I didn't ask to be his trustee or executor, but I sure as shit understand why he trusts me - not related by blood - to look after his frigging legacy. It's because all of those years when his son was dying I never asked your parents for a cent. And now you yuppies are asking him for hundreds of thousands of dollars each because your business ventures went bad. You're not only ASKING him, you're harassing him because you borrowed against his will.
Just try enforcing THAT particular contract in the High Court. Assholes.
Never in my life before has it given me so much pleasure to give away other people's money. Today I got my shadenfreude to the tune of $5 million dollars (this was never my money, only other people's entitlements). I really, truly, did not know that there was even more money than that involved (hell, I didn't even know there was that much involved), but you can't go to the courts and ask them to revoke my authority just because we've all found out there's *serious* money at stake.
Sitting here fucking laughing because after all these frigging years I'm the only one - inside or outside of the family - who is trusted to control the money. L'il old me who twenty years ago was blamed for your brother being gay and having AIDS.
How in the everloving fuck did you guys get yourself in so much debt that you are relying on a multimillion dollar inheritance to get you out of it? What the fuck are you going to do when you find out that the terms of your dad's will establish trusts for all of the grandbabies (including mine who are not genetically related) but only give you access to very limited capital?
It's either the ultimate mark of respect or the ultimate liability that your dad has imposed on me. I guess he thinks I have broad shoulders.
Well you'd think I'd raped a fucking monkey. As one of the trustees on this account, I've put it off for 11 frigging years. Until today, I did NOT know that the rest of you were tied into my releasing *your* money. I always knew that I was a trustee in my son's account until he turned 25 and then 30, but I really did not know that you guys couldn't claim *your share* until I signed off on it.
So you're all trying to convince your dad to sign over the money to you *now* before he's even dead, because y'all got youselves in mega debt in anticipation of BOTH of your parents dying and he's still around and playing competition table tennis all over the world in his mid-eighties.
I didn't ask to be his trustee or executor, but I sure as shit understand why he trusts me - not related by blood - to look after his frigging legacy. It's because all of those years when his son was dying I never asked your parents for a cent. And now you yuppies are asking him for hundreds of thousands of dollars each because your business ventures went bad. You're not only ASKING him, you're harassing him because you borrowed against his will.
Just try enforcing THAT particular contract in the High Court. Assholes.
Never in my life before has it given me so much pleasure to give away other people's money. Today I got my shadenfreude to the tune of $5 million dollars (this was never my money, only other people's entitlements). I really, truly, did not know that there was even more money than that involved (hell, I didn't even know there was that much involved), but you can't go to the courts and ask them to revoke my authority just because we've all found out there's *serious* money at stake.
Sitting here fucking laughing because after all these frigging years I'm the only one - inside or outside of the family - who is trusted to control the money. L'il old me who twenty years ago was blamed for your brother being gay and having AIDS.
How in the everloving fuck did you guys get yourself in so much debt that you are relying on a multimillion dollar inheritance to get you out of it? What the fuck are you going to do when you find out that the terms of your dad's will establish trusts for all of the grandbabies (including mine who are not genetically related) but only give you access to very limited capital?
It's either the ultimate mark of respect or the ultimate liability that your dad has imposed on me. I guess he thinks I have broad shoulders.