Primo: I hate this. Ted and TedsWife want to talk to me. I had to deal with the insurance company - they sent me a letter saying I had to get flood insurance on the house - and it was sent two weeks after we closed! And now Maria has texted me about the car - I need to talk to [Stephanie's boyfriend of two years who has been in the auto sales industry his entire life] about the car.*
Me: That's a lot!
Primo: I don't want to do it any more! I misinterpreted TedsWife's email from before. I thought they just had $6,500 outstanding on their credit cards for TedsSon's school and had paid $19,000. But they paid $6,500 and owe $19,000 on the credit card.
Me: Holy smoke.
Primo: I already told them they need to send invoices! And credit card statements! But they won't.
Primo: They want to "talk."
Me: They don't get to set the terms. They just want to browbeat you.
Primo: I know. I want to quit. It's going to go on like this for years! I want to quit.
Me: Good. I think you should.
Primo: You didn't say that when I wanted to quit my job.
Me: If you were getting paid to be a trustee what you were making at your job, nope, I would tell you not to quit.
Primo: But if I quit, it means I don't love my nieces and nephews.
Me: Yes. That's exactly what it means.
Primo: My dad made me trustee as an honor.
Me: Yeah. Your dad. What a guy.
* Maria is joining AmeriCorps. Our conversation went like this:
Maria: I will need a car. Would the trust pay for it?
Primo: Of course.
Maria: I think Grandpop and Grandma would be proud of me and think this is a good way to use the money.
Me [mouthing, "Are you KIDDING?" while shaking my head]: I'm sure they would, Maria! Your uncle Primo and I are super proud of you and know you will do a wonderful job.