I obviously haven't literally killed my parents, but I've done so in my mind; they're dead. God, what sort of horrible son would think that way?
The story starts with my father, who I'd been keeping my distance from for a number of years. Perhaps as I aged, I began to see his questionable ways and view him for the slimeball he was. Plus, he refused to quit drinking, despite me informing him I wanted nothing to do with him in his condition; he didn't give a fuck. For those who are thinking addiction, stop; the fucker quit drinking without consequence when he had to during the course of events. The final straw was a drunken admission over the phone that he'd had a decade long affair with a family friend. As a result, I visited in Florida as infrequently as possible, often going years between trips. Now is as good of a place as any to say I'm their only child.
Then, one day in 2019, the bastard reached out to say he and my mother would need to move in with me, because he had no more money left. It turned out he'd given his money to some incredibly unsophisticated scammers. He only got emails from Yahoo and Gmail addresses, despite them allegedly originating from various bank officials. He didn't perform even a minimal amount of due diligence. As an example, he received an email (yahoo of course) from someone claiming to be the governor of the Central Bank of Turkey. The name given did have that role...until two years before when Erdoğan canned his ass. The scumbag even believed he was conducting no less than two online affairs with the women scammers. He actually spoke with these two women, who claimed to be French and American. Except one of the males found my number and called me (due to circumstances not worth going into). This dude's accent was unmistakably sub-Saharan Africa...literally, the stereotypical Nigerian scammers. It turned out the fuckhead had some money left, which I calculated was just enough to let them stay in their house, so long as they lived an austere existence. I admonished him to break contact with the scammers, which he committed to do. Of course, he lied and gave them the rest of his money. That dumbfuck managed to let himself be scammed out of well over a million dollars!
And so, by the end of August of 2020, he'd truly exhausted his funds. I was obviously livid. He not only lied to me, but as their only child, fixing his fuck up fell on my shoulders. He and my mother would need to be near me in Kansas City and remain tethered as an albatross until he died. So I went to work, finding them an apartment, putting a deposit on same, addressing utilities, listing their house, getting them packed and addressing the things that wouldn't fit in their new apartment. They'd both put powers of attorney in place a year before, which helped break down quite a few barriers. They were both in poor health at this time, so I even wound up unpacking 80% of their belongings. I took my father's car, because he was no longer safe to drive as well as informed him I would be assuming control of his finances. The last thing I needed was him giving away the proceeds from their house. I also adopted their dog, fulfilling a commitment I'd made that she wouldn't be surrendered back to the shelter, were they unable to care for her. Only good thing to happen in this story...
Then, just when I thought things had settled down, my father had a brain injury that manifested itself and required emergency surgery. The surgeon indicated his years of alcohol abuse was the main factor. But I soldiered on and managed some sympathy for the piece of shit.
To say my father put me through hell would be a massive understatement.
Ultimately, things did settle down and I continued to manage their money. The funds received from the house were eaten into pretty quickly by a massive IRS bill my father had racked up, along with other debts accumulated as the result of him sending everything he had liquid to the scammers. I also paid their rent from this account, and most of their other monthly costs. For the sake of my mother, we'd have dinner together on Sunday evenings.
Unfortunately, I became unemployed and after I'd burned through everything else, I wound up borrowing from the account. My father consented to this; after the hell he put me through, the least he could do was float me a short term loan.
Once we'd moved from KS to NC, my father became somewhat vocal about wanting control of his funds back. I obviously declined and informed him he would have zero safety net from me if that happened.
By the time I was working again, he'd become downright nasty and obsessive over regaining control of the funds. Before I'd even received a full paycheck, he retained counsel to send me a letter demanding the remaining funds and revoking my powers of attorney for both parents. It was at that moment they absolved me of any responsibility with respect to their well being. Gave all your money to scammers again and you're gonna be homeless? Not my problem and there's no way in hell you're living with me. Find a good refrigerator box, asshole.
So, I complied with his attorney's dumb letter, which threatened shit that wasn't even legal (he must have been cheap), and sent a check for the remaining funds and began repayment, fulfilling the commitment I'd made. Conspicuously absent from the attorney's letter was the amount I owed, so I did the calculation and mailed it to the slimeball (father, not attorney). For the sake of simplicity, I'll use round numbers that don't remotely resemble the actual figures. Let's say the house had $100k equity in it. $50k had been spent on the costs I noted above, I borrowed $20k, leaving $30k in the account. I mailed him a check for the $30k, leaving the $20k I owed. My father was livid, insisting I owed not $20k, but $70k (the proceeds from the house less the check I'd sent). I declined to engage, as he was either delusional or attempting to steal from me.
Next came the email, threatening me with a lawsuit in which he'd make sure any and all of my assets were seized, particularly my Porsche, and sold at auction. He's been so jealous of my having one, that he obsesses over it, going to far as to type Porsche in red font (the car is red). This email was downright nasty and again, threatened me with shit that doesn't happen. I reminded him of the various expenditures I'd made on his behalf, to which he responded "prove it". Once again, I disengaged, this time with a hearty "go fuck yourself".
He made good on his promise and a few weeks later, I received a registered letter containing a civil suit that had been filed on his behalf by a different attorney. The suit is nothing short of ridiculous, having no basis in reality. It alleges the POA's were granted to assist in selling their house and that I refused to turn the funds over, when they were received, despite repeated demands to do so. (yeah, no shit, scammer dumbfuck) That I deprived them of the funds that were desperately needed. Furthermore, because of the dollar amount involved, I'm automatically guilty of fraud, making me liable for punitive damages. Can we stop a moment and reflect on the wisdom of filing a fraudulent lawsuit against literally your only lifeline, at a time when your health is in steep decline? Quite a bold strategy. And never mind that he'd be homeless or dead had I not stepped in. But it was clear from the few final email exchanges he wanted to inflict as much pain as possible on me, making a statement to the effect of he may have to pay attorney's fees, but it'll be worth it to punish me more.
After my initial "what the ever loving fuck?" reaction, I started laughing at the suit because I got the receipts that prove he's a lying fuck. I deprived him and my mother of needed funds? Here are the records that say otherwise. I spent an hour with an attorney, who explained the answer process and how to submit one. With that, I penned said answer to the suit and it left nothing out. My goal was to make it clear to opposing counsel the suit was DOA, bordering on fraudulent, and if pursued, I would ensure my attorney pulled out all the stops to destroy the liar's and subject him to the maximum level of humiliation. I can't imagine his attorney would advise him to pursue the matter further, but it's honestly a toss up whether he accepts that sort of advice. Worth noting is my father had been showing signs of early onset dementia for some time. I'm convinced he's had a complete break with reality. I don't give a shit though. Doesn't matter why your leopard has become a face eating leopard, you keep it the fuck away from you.
This leads me back to killing my parents. Saying they died the day they filed their bullshit suit just didn't resonate, because it's implied that you mourn when your parents die. I'm not fucking doing that. However, if you kill someone, it's pretty much a given you despise them and want them gone; mourning isn't in the equation.
For the record, I have no interest in actually killing my parents, nor do I wish them dead. I don't wish them anything because they've ceased to exist to me.