Straight Female / 38
This isn't about sex, it is about selling out and being controlled from the grave.
My grandmother is/was a very wealthy woman in her own right. She and I did not have a good relationship when I was a teen. In my teens I was rebellious and my mother caught me in bed with another girl. Anyway, my grandmother heard all about it and I confirmed to my mother and grandmother that I was queer and I liked girls and this girl was my girlfriend.
I went to college and changed girlfriends, as did my high school girlfriend, and brought home the girl I was with at college. She was a tender girl, and very pretty in all conventional sense. With her it was more of this is my girlfriend and the only fight we had was over her sleeping with me. After that weekend I was called and my mother told me I had to come home for the weekend because we needed to talk. I refused, but her tone wasn't right and she said it was about my grandmother so I went.
My grandmother had cancer and it wasn't getting better. Even though I didn't like her, I felt sorry for her and I told her. My grandmother had all her wits around her and said she wanted me to understand something, or I was going to be 'cut off'. She had talked to her lawyers, they had set up a trust. The trust provided that I would inherit my share only if I was responsible, I was at least 25, I had a full four year degree in a respectable profession, I was married to a worthy man of my father's choice and that I had a natural born child. Or I inherited nothing and my share would go to her chosen charity. One door, no second chances. For each additional child, over the next ten years, I would have added to my inheritance a large sum of money, until the Trust was exhausted or the balance went to charity.
For her reasons, in part because I was the only granddaughter, she made me the center of her estate giving me the lion's share or it went to charity. I was turning 20 that year. My mother had her share of when my grandfather passed away, and my brothers were never going to be poor anyway, and they were set to inherit a good bit of money themselves. But half of everything she had was in the Trust.
My grandmother passed away six months later and anything I had left in me from my teen screaming years died with her. I got a degree in Economics with a minor in History. I married a boy, a friend of my older brother's who always bothered me, I had the baby six months before turning 25 and on the my 25th birthday I wore my grandmother's pearls to the lawyers offices to have the proceeds from the Trust put in my name. The baby's came, not because of the money but because they just came. Where my mother only had one daughter I have four. They are still young, under the age of puberty, but I already dread the years ahead. They are not my mother, they are me. They are my grandmother. And they work me as a team. I know my grandmother laughs at me from the grave.
My grandmother is/was a very wealthy woman in her own right. She and I did not have a good relationship when I was a teen. In my teens I was rebellious and my mother caught me in bed with another girl. Anyway, my grandmother heard all about it and I confirmed to my mother and grandmother that I was queer and I liked girls and this girl was my girlfriend.
I went to college and changed girlfriends, as did my high school girlfriend, and brought home the girl I was with at college. She was a tender girl, and very pretty in all conventional sense. With her it was more of this is my girlfriend and the only fight we had was over her sleeping with me. After that weekend I was called and my mother told me I had to come home for the weekend because we needed to talk. I refused, but her tone wasn't right and she said it was about my grandmother so I went.
My grandmother had cancer and it wasn't getting better. Even though I didn't like her, I felt sorry for her and I told her. My grandmother had all her wits around her and said she wanted me to understand something, or I was going to be 'cut off'. She had talked to her lawyers, they had set up a trust. The trust provided that I would inherit my share only if I was responsible, I was at least 25, I had a full four year degree in a respectable profession, I was married to a worthy man of my father's choice and that I had a natural born child. Or I inherited nothing and my share would go to her chosen charity. One door, no second chances. For each additional child, over the next ten years, I would have added to my inheritance a large sum of money, until the Trust was exhausted or the balance went to charity.
For her reasons, in part because I was the only granddaughter, she made me the center of her estate giving me the lion's share or it went to charity. I was turning 20 that year. My mother had her share of when my grandfather passed away, and my brothers were never going to be poor anyway, and they were set to inherit a good bit of money themselves. But half of everything she had was in the Trust.
My grandmother passed away six months later and anything I had left in me from my teen screaming years died with her. I got a degree in Economics with a minor in History. I married a boy, a friend of my older brother's who always bothered me, I had the baby six months before turning 25 and on the my 25th birthday I wore my grandmother's pearls to the lawyers offices to have the proceeds from the Trust put in my name. The baby's came, not because of the money but because they just came. Where my mother only had one daughter I have four. They are still young, under the age of puberty, but I already dread the years ahead. They are not my mother, they are me. They are my grandmother. And they work me as a team. I know my grandmother laughs at me from the grave.
