Thank you all for the information. Perhaps there are few things in life as heartbreaking as situations in which you juggle the pain of losing a loved one plus learning those whom should be there as support are in reality thieves. Strong words, but they keep coming to mind. I spent the best years of my life caring for my aged father, I failed to marry at a time in which I could have produced my own family, instead I foolishly stayed by Dad's side keeping him company after my parent's divorce. By the time I snapped out of it and grabbed at what had to be my last opportunity for happiness with a lost love, Dad had obviously made up his mind that I was his property. He was against my leaving, against my marriage and dispised any man who attemted to come between us. His actions clearly made it known how he felt about my leaving his side. My younger brother - younger by only 13 months - took advantage of my leaving moving his family into Dad's home three years ago prompting him to manuever things so that everything went to him with or without a will. Am I bitter, yes, am I hurt, indeed! But I have a good solid marriage and a life which I know in my heart would have been beyond empty and meaningless if I had not snapped out of Dad's controlling spell and found my own way. My brother can have the family home, he can also have the memories and the heartache that went with it. I wish him well, as he walks into our old bedrooms and sits there at the kitchen table it will be him and not me who reflects upon what it took to be there. I can sleep at night knowing I would never have allowed such a huge rift to form between us, even though some might insist that I had earned the right to live there. My brothers left almost forty-years ago.