The Legal Shield They Didn’t Expect
I didn’t go to a lawyer to cry.
I went to build armor.
Linda Park listened without flinching, then said it plainly:
“This is elder abuse and fraud.”
“If they get emergency guardianship, they can freeze your accounts and block you from hiring counsel.”
They were counting on surprise.
So I moved first.
“I want to sell the house,” I told her.
“Before Christmas.”
Linda’s eyebrows lifted.
“Fast sale is possible,” she said. “But we need proof you’re competent.”
That same day, I went to a neurologist for a full cognitive evaluation.
Lists. Clocks. Memory. Logic.
When it ended, the doctor leaned back and smiled.
“You’re sharp as a tack,” he said.
“No evidence of impairment.”
I asked for it in writing.
Stamped.
Official.
Step one: they couldn’t label me “confused” without being exposed.
Step two: sell the asset they were trying to steal.
A realtor came while Brad was out.
She didn’t waste time.
“In this market,” she said, “I can get you a cash offer quickly.”
I gave her my deadline.
“Closing by December 22.”
She stared, then nodded once.
“Then we price it to move.”
For the next week, I lived two lives.
By day, I acted “muddled.”
I asked the same question twice.
I “misplaced” my glasses.
I watched the satisfaction on my daughter’s face when she thought I was fading.
By night, I packed my life into boxes and moved it out in silence.
They didn’t notice.
Because they weren’t looking at me.
They were looking through me—toward what I owned.
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