Complaint Review: Glynda Rowan - The Colony Texas

Glynda Simmons Rowan is an evil woman. She cares for no one. Just money. She will throw her family in the dirt for a little dough. I am her niece and the sound of her voice makes me physically sick. Here is a short list of the selfish louthful things she has done to me and my family. This is not all of the things she has done. Just the ones that have hurt me the most.

My grandfather died at his home, in his sleep, in his living room chair. All the family came down to be with my Uncle while we waited for someone to take grandfather away. While he still sat in his chair, while my mother and uncle sat and comforted my grandmother, my aunt went into my grandfathers room, took several hundred dollars out of his wallet, and brang it back to ask what should be done with them. Should we split it? What a moron. Thankfully she relented to leaving it with my uncle for the care of my invalid grandmother.

When my uncle had cancer, Glynda couldn't spare a moment to help him out. Both Mom and Glynda had full time jobs and daughters in college. But who took off of work and drove my uncle to the hospital several times a week and eventually brought him home to die? My mother and I. She never even came to visit him until my mom said she wouldn't get another chance. And then he died that night. But before that. Before we brought him home with us, while my uncle was still sitting on his living room couch with a little bit of hope that things would turn around. That he wouldn't die. She came by and had his house appraised. Right there while he watched. She came in with a friend of hers to get an offer on the house. He called us that night crying about it. How his own sister had already written him off and only cared that he die quickly so she could get half of his house.

When my mother had cancer and was dying, she decided it was time to make sure all her ducks were in a row and to write a will. Glynda found out about it and tried to get mom to write off her share of grandmother's and great grandmother's estates. Oh, she'd say, it's only a couple thousand dollars worth. My mother always wondered why she cared so much. Why Glynda tried so hard to get all the paperwork finalized and signed over, and this, and that. Why all the work for two thousand dollars? Because she was lying. It wasn't worth two thousand dollars. It was worth almost thirty thousand. Thankfully, my mother didn't sign anything over.

And then my aunt goes to court and tells the judge that my mother said, yeah, she can have everything. Thankfully the judge saw right through her and ordered her to prove to the court she paid us our fair share. And then after that was said and done, they left the court room and she asked my mother's executor, so what can we do? Can she write my brother and I a check, us cash it, and then return the cash to her?

What is this woman thinking? Everyone would like to know. What makes her think she's so entitled when she's done absolutely nothing for this family. Seriously. I'm the one that took care of her mother, her brother, her sister. I'm the one that changed diapers and colostomy bags, bathed, fed, and 'hung out' with them in their last days. What did I get for it? When all is said and done, what did I get for it? Just memories. I didn't get anything valued more than my aunt. When my aunt wanted the old singer sewing machine, I got the world war two letters. When my aunts daughter got the piano, I got some dusty old comic books too ruined to be worth anything but sentimental value. When my aunt's daughter got old lunch boxes, I got pictures and my uncles artwork and poetry.

Which reminds me, too, of another wrong that hurts the worst. At my own mother's funeral. MY mother. MINE. Glynda rushed back to the church to collect the plants. She called me while I was still at the grave side to ask 'which ones' I wanted. The only one I could remember was the corn plant so I said 'the tropical' looking one. And then she says, oh, but her daughter wanted that one. But I said. No. I want that one. So that one I got. I think I got two plants from my mother's funeral. Out of maybe ten, fifteen. Who knows. It's just really upsetting.

Oh and get this. She is upset that my mother lived at our house rent free for twenty years. So let me explain the situation a little bit. My grandparents owned two houses. The one they lived in, and a second one they used for storage or something. My uncle moved back in with grandmother and grandfather over a decade ago when he first got sick with chromes disease. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. My grandparents were there to help Uncle out when he had flair ups. He was there to take my blind grandfather shopping and to take care of my grandmother for two years by himself after grandfather died. It was only right that he got that house. And when he died, the profit was split in two between my aunt and mother. There is no reason for my aunt to be upset that he got a house and she didn't, cuz' really, she did.

And then my mother moved into the second house because she was a single woman with two kids to raise. We were there for twenty years. It was grandfather and grandmother's house. They worked for it. They bought it. It was their house to do with as they please. What business is it of glynda's that we didn't 'pay rent' for it. Wasn't her house to worry about. Besides which, we paid for the taxes (which she got to claim on hers, miss tax fraud), we paid the bills, we replaced every appliance at least twice, did the yard work, etc. etc. And after that, the house was put into both Glynda's name, and my Mom's name. That lasted just two years. If anything she should be upset for not getting 'rent' for the two years. Not twenty. And again there's the part where Mom owned half, so that's half of the imaginary rent, there's the taxes we paid and glynda claimed which takes care of another good portion of the imaginary rent, and the maintenance and upkeep which we took care of which takes up the rest of the imaginary rent.

Just months after my mom died, she started pushing us to move out on our own so she could sell the house. And then she tried to claim that she had the right of survivorship. Since Mom was dead, the house was just in her name. Again. What a moron.

I have not had one phone call from my aunt that didn't involve her trying to weedle something else out of me.

OH! And that b*tch stole my brand new paper shredder. I was very excited about that paper shredder. It even shredded credit cards (which I didn't know they could do back then). She just came into 'our home' to pick up some papers and took off with my paper shredder.

Then when we were cleaning out the house she started going through my garage for antiques that were already split up back when we cleaned out the other house. Back then I wasn't so bitter about her and kept my mouth shut while she took off with the punch bowl and half of some clear glass dishes I got from my 'other' grandmother. The glass, not the punchbowl. I can still hear her as she looked down at the box and exclaimed 'Oh! Alice and I haven't split this up yet.' That's because it's mine, you retarded b*tch. But I didn't say a word. Just shook my head as she greedily pawed through it and had her son take it away. I was intending to sell it anyways. Wasn't attached to the clear stuff since I already had her cranberry stuff. Worth maybe five dollars a piece if you know how to sell it.

You think this list is getting long? Not even half of it. Just the more emotional of it.

Here's one last thing I have to mention. My mother worked at the same job for thirty years. She had several things put into my aunt glynda's name after her divorce. Things like life insurance policies, her car, her bank accounts. She wanted to make sure that someone would look after my brother and I if she died, because she didn't trust her ex husband to do it. What a mistake. When I was sixteen years old, and we were long aware of how greedy glynda could be, mom decided I was old enough to have everything in my name. So she systematically switched it all to my name. There's just one thing she missed. You see, her work had split her life insurance policy in two. So when she requested the paperwork to switch beneficiaries, they only gave her the paperwork for one, and only one got switched into my name. When my mother died, they sent one policy to me, and one policy to glynda. Then glynda had the nerve to say, well, the policy is in her name, so it's hers. I don't know what finally made her decide to give us 85% of the policy a year later. Was it guilt? Was it to save face? Was it to offer goodwill so we would write off the money she lied to my mother about? Who can tell?

She called me the other day saying that she was 'getting ready' to write the checks the court ordered her to write us. Oh, and by the way, when can we exchange half of the comic books?

Yes. She never calls me without asking for something. I'm fed up with it. And almost kinda had a temper with her there on the phone. A long one coming. And then she started freaking out and can't believe that she's being treated this way. After 'all she's done for the family'. She called the executor of my mom's estate and complained about me, talked her ear off about getting the comic books, and how she just can't believe us. And how she has to pay the taxes again on our property in East Texas. (The taxes are thirty dollars people. THIRTY DOLLARS.) Hey. I paid those same taxes out of my own pocket for two years. WTF?

In closing. Glynda Jean Simmons Rowan of The Colony, Texas is an evil winch and deserves to die a lonely death with the money she loves so dearly. Google yourself Glynda. I can't wait.

Glynda Rowan. Glynda Simmons. Glynda Jean Simmons. Will that help you find it? Repent woman, before you go to hell. Be wary friends and family. She'll milk you dry.