For those of you who aren't on FB, and are just longing for an update in the saga of shit that goes wrong in my life....
So pissed I could hit something right now. Literally shaking with anger. How dare you ask me to help cover the loan that the five of you took out, after you basically forgot I existed six months after he died? My name is nowhere on the documentation, I have no responsibility to pay it back, and you are a jackass. I don't give a shit if they take the jet--it's your fault for putting it up in the first place. And if the email I sent wasn't enough, I'll be more than happy to send my lawyer after you.
I'm done. I can't wait to put this place behind me.
What I didn't say on FB: You are a piece of shit, and I lump you in with his parents. I had nothing to do with the flight team--it was something to stroke your ego and make you seem like the big man on base--and you didn't give a rat's ass about the primary mission of helping wounded vets. You just wanted to look like a baller and impress women. Fuck you. Get yourself out of trouble. I've got plenty of my own.