My family got my grandfather to change his will from me to them just before he committed suicide. I'd spent years lining up everything. They didn't. It was half assed with all the inconsistencies you'd expect.
They told me he wanted it kept secret from me because he was worried I'd be mad. They had it in their heads that way too. I wasn't mad. I was relieved. He knew what he was going to do and didn't want me to have to deal with it.
They weren't smart enough to see it coming. He didn't tell me because if I'd seen the new will, I'd have known immediately what he was going to do. He left his firearms to me, the only items in the entire will that he specified each item by description. He left out the .380 he committed suicide with. He knew I'd catch that clue and that's why he didn't want me to know.
Best part, I was relieved when they told me I wasn't executor. I wasn't mad at all. Then they followed with the mad comment in what I assume was a way to hurt me. And it did. Until I saw the new will. Then it all made sense. In the end, they suffered and I now know who to cut from access from to my life. I'd spent a very long time trying to stay close with them with little or no effort on their part to do the same. I was able to let all that go and move on, spending more time with my immediate family and wasting less time on those who thought little of hurting me.
