16 year old recently broke up with her boyfriend. I'm not sure if I'm more relieved that they broke up or more nervous about who's next.

16 year old recently broke up with her boyfriend. I'm not sure if I'm more relieved that they broke up or more nervous about who's next.
I'm lucky - my Mom has been going through a lot of her stuff (Dad died in 2006) and either giving it to family members or trashing it. I think she got in on several struggles like you're having and decided she wasn't going to put us through it. I have hauled quite a bit of stuff home and quietly trashed it myself, didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Also, she has started a notebook where children and grandchildren can list things they want from the house when she's gone. I know, it sounds kinda morbid, but in a strictly pragmatic view it makes sense. There's a few items (mostly her paintings) that have lots of names listed.
Husband's grandmother painted a lot. My evil MIL and her twisted sisters nearly had old lady wrestling match over those.
My boys' girlfriend of the moment depends on which manipulative little witch needs help with math and science for the year.
Kind of like one of the current ones. She got on his phone when he was checking her homework for her and asked who the creepy old guy was on all his social media with the workout shaming. Son said it was his weird uncle. Girlfriend said he must he a lot older than my husband (instant points with husband). He's actually 13 years younger than my husband.![]()
Did they tell your MIL "We're not gonna take it?"
We've done that. We're a blended family. We heard one of the boys telling his sibs that he would be getting all of the woodworking and shop tools because they belong to "his dad". Problem is, they were mostly bought after we were together, so they belong to both of us, and his dad swiftly disabused him of the notion that he would get first pick of everything "masculine" because of DNA. There are a few things that the kids have specifically requested, mostly that they have a fondness for. We have incorporated those items in our wills to make it clear. Each time we clear out "stuff", we give the kids the option to take it. If no one wants it, it goes to the 141 garage sale, the Goodwill, or the dumpster. One son has been named as executor in the event that we pass at the same time...we want him to have to deal with as little drama as we can.I'm lucky - my Mom has been going through a lot of her stuff (Dad died in 2006) and either giving it to family members or trashing it. I think she got in on several struggles like you're having and decided she wasn't going to put us through it. I have hauled quite a bit of stuff home and quietly trashed it myself, didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Also, she has started a notebook where children and grandchildren can list things they want from the house when she's gone. I know, it sounds kinda morbid, but in a strictly pragmatic view it makes sense. There's a few items (mostly her paintings) that have lots of names listed.
So far we've been fortunate - I did a lot of grospointe needlework before my hands got bad. The kids tend to have their favorite works, so those have divvied up pretty well. Keeping my fingers crossed.Husband's grandmother painted a lot. My evil MIL and her twisted sisters nearly had old lady wrestling match over those.
Well, the middle daughter is now officially married to her beau of 10+ years (they met as undergrads at Ann Arbor):
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This means that all 5 girls are officially married. The youngest got married the week after this one did (picture to come, if you're interested. Dear ol' Dad's bank account is looking pretty pathetic these days.
We do something like that. We call it "dotting" because at least originally the idea was that my mom and her siblings were each attached a color and given dot stickers and then they could "dot" the thing that they wanted.Also, she has started a notebook where children and grandchildren can list things they want from the house when she's gone. I know, it sounds kinda morbid, but in a strictly pragmatic view it makes sense. There's a few items (mostly her paintings) that have lots of names listed.
So far we've been fortunate - I did a lot of grospointe needlework before my hands got bad. The kids tend to have their favorite works, so those have divvied up pretty well. Keeping my fingers crossed.![]()
My boys' girlfriend of the moment depends on which manipulative little witch needs help with math and science for the year.
Kind of like one of the current ones. She got on his phone when he was checking her homework for her and asked who the creepy old guy was on all his social media with the workout shaming. Son said it was his weird uncle. Girlfriend said he must he a lot older than my husband (instant points with husband). He's actually 13 years younger than my husband.![]()
My older sister has all of the old photos. Every now & again she'll scan one or two from a group and send them out to living relatives of my parents to see if they can identify anyone. Since my father is 93, we're running out of time to ID people also.My siblings and I had no fights over anything, just my sister wanting things she hasn't actually taken yet. I keep thinking when I am an empty nester, I'll start trying to go through things for the boys. Biggest problem we have are the boxes of old pictures where no one wrote the names on them. My mom knew who everyone was so why bother? Tried to get a little help from my 91 year old uncle with dementia, pretty lost cause even 17 years ago when my mom died.
We do something like that. We call it "dotting" because at least originally the idea was that my mom and her siblings were each attached a color and given dot stickers and then they could "dot" the thing that they wanted.
two daughters got married in two weeks?! That sounds like a crazy time for the family! Congrats!
I debate whether I should do anything fancy with my dad's military medals.
He didn't get some of them when he got back to the US, because there was a line for sorting out your medals and a line to get on a train, and he took the train.
He never cared to get his other medals over the years. They never meant much to him. Unlike Bob Dole, he didn't parade around in his Purple Heart because so many of his friends paid a higher price.
Right now they sit in a drawer where they have sat for decades. I guess I'm tempted just to leave it at that, maybe do a journal or video with his thoughts about them.
I do need to preserve the war letters between my parents though. Most are his, not hers, for obvious reasons. I feel like maybe I should type them up too though, as not sure the grandkids could read his writing.