I finally broached the subject of my inheritance with my mom tonight. I already knew how things were going to be split--not equitably in my opinion. But, I'm happy to say that we didn't really argue about it, and I understand her reasoning more as a result.
I went back and forth on bringing it up, and I finally started the conversation by saying, "now don't be mad", and she said, "I might be". From there, it really went okay, and I really really needed to say something to her about it again, even though she knows what I think. I find that I just let things eat at me, and it's not a healthy way to live.
I hate being a worrier and a fretter.
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