Bastard Families and Why The Gloves have Come Off

My mothers side of the family are the Cobbs. They were the only extended family I ever knew since when I was 2 my mom got a divorce from my violent (not getting into gory details today) father and moved in with them in Naples, Florida when I was 2.

Anyway, after my grandmother died in 2007 my Uncle Robert decided that he should get all of her belongings right down to the house my grandfather was living in. Grampa, not being totally lost to Alzheimer's called horseshit on that and wrote out a will splitting the proceeds between my uncle Robert (twat), my uncle John (how to describe his issues would take far too long) and my mom, who couldn't give 2 shits about the money other than that it would help us a great deal, but she cares more about what happens to my grampa and that's no bullshit.

Now here's why I want to go all sickhouse on the Robert Cobb family:

Today (well, yesterday, now) the bastards who want the money basically forced him to move in with them and have cut off all contact we can have with him. They have changed their phone number, apparently taken or thrown away my grandfathers cell phone, and the only way we even found out that this happened was an absent minded facebook post by my spoiled rotten cousin seen by the only real member of the Cobb side of the family I truly love, my adopted Aunt Corinna, who is just as worried about my grampa as my mother and I are. She has the luxury of not being 3500 miles away, though.

So as of now we don't know whats going on. Is he happy? Scared? Sick? How long until the cunts tire of him (they don't even like him anyway) and put him in a deathhouse aka nursing home? Will they let us talk to him? Will our cards, letters, and packages be returned to sender without his ever knowing they were sent for him? When he gets sick and starts dying will we be notified so we can be there for him? When he [i]does[/i] will we even be told? Who knows?

The bastards. I wish at times I wasn't an atheist, because I'd get some mighty satisfaction believing those cunts are burning in hell after they die. Sadly the most I can do is deliver the pain myself and go to prison or just hope real hard for the next hurricane to send a couple minivans into their house.