I just want to scream, it keeps on going round and round in my head. The inhertance drama (for whoever recalls) is not over yet. We had hired an attorney to just keep us posted on things. But the main motto was watch and see. Well, an other settlement was offered and, of course, husband is NOT happy about it. All the other siblings ran out of money and cannot pay their lawyers anymore (big surprise! irony of course) and two brothers will walk away with 1 million dollar farm that they put under their name when father in law was still alive but could not make such a decision due to Alzheimer. The trick is to prve that father in law was not in a healthy state of mind. That would be LONG and very expensive. Probably would take a decade. husband and I don't have the money to do it and yet, husband is mad at me because I refuse to fight. I asked him how he would budget such a legal battle and he has no answer, just "we'd manage". Seriously???? We just gotta out of a very DEEP hole that husband dug all on his own before we even met. To summerize it: a dairy farm, half a million dollar in debt, real estate market disaster and 7 long years of battle to finally over come it. And when I married him, I never knew how bad the financial situation was. husband had such a flawed idea of the reality. But yet, it is all my fault that his brother "stole" the farms, husband has nothing anymore (he seems to conveniently forget about our flourishing business), I should have let him fight, blablbla. Sure, we are doing good financially now, but it is fairly recent and we still don't have 10's of thousand of dollars to spare. I gotta real mad at him on the phone, I told him that it was so nice of him to blame the one person who stood by him no matter what. The one person that he could and can always count on. The situation is not fair, but it is in no way my fault and should not call me if he does not like what I have to say. Seriously, what does he want me to say??? Goodness, I'm not even 30 and he is 45!!! I feel like I'm dealing with a toddler having a tamper tantrum. All I said is: take the 25 grands and move on. I had enough! Whew... off my chest.