I found out after my Dad died that 'Right to Buy' was the cause of my brother and sister refusing to support me in my efforts to encourage my Mum to move out of a third floor flat with no lift when my Dad became vey frail mentally and physically.
The maximum discount would have been lost if they'd transferred to a sheltered bungalow on the same development.
I won't bore you with all the horrendous details of duplicity and lies that went on behind my back.
I was struggling to keep an eye on my poor Dad whilst they were co-ercing my mother to stay put.
Blue eyed brother living 150 miles away visited my Dad just once during the year before he died, but was the architect of the plan, stoking up the flames of animosity between my sister and me which suited his long term plan of building up a barrier of silence between my Mum my sister and me.
Now my Dad's gone, my mother, 91 years old with failing sight misguidedly having put her trust in the wrong ones is covering up for this wickedness just because she couldn't face moving out.
If the right to buy hadn't figured in all this I'm sure things might have been different.
My sister is looking after my Mum now as my Mum withdrew from me once my Dad died, probably because she felt guilty.
Horrendous situation which almost caused me a breakdown due to the stress of fretting about my Dad and also being shut out of the details of his consequent funeral, executor ship of his will ( all three of us children were named as executors) - and presided over by my silly mother.
All my efforts at trying to protect her by contacting her solicitor, Social Services, the Council's right to buy dept, and Elder Abuse all came to nought.
Mega Buck passing.
It's dawned on me recently that it's taken me 67 years to realise what a rotten family I've got, but at least I did the best I could for my Dad.
What will happen to my Mum now is anyone's guess.
