Hello everybody again, I've decided to make one more post tonight before bed in hopes for some outside perspective from you wonderful folks

My parents divorced while I was still an infant, I lived with my mom until I was 12 until she decided to go partying with hardcore drugs. I lived with my dad until I was 17, at which point I found out mom had cleaned up her act and gotten sober and I could go back to live with her. During her hiatus, she remarried to an older truck driver who had his own history of drugs. She began getting ill within a few years of that and I ended up being her full time caregiver while the truck driver trucked and provided an income for the household. Their relationship was full of violence, drama and constant arguing, but at least they were both clean. There were several occasions where him and I both were arrested for fighting in the front yard because he hit my mom and I just wouldn't stand for it. I'm not usually one to get into fights or cause drama, I'm far too anxious and scared to start crap with anybody, but there's a line if you're a man hitting a woman. I can't let that fly.

They had one of those relationships that despite , she "loved" him and refused to leave him. They even divorced and remarried twice before the final divorce, over a period of 12 years. In 2017 with the last divorce, she finally made him leave and find his own place to live, but they still stayed in contact. At this point, grandma (her mom) was 90 years old and also needed a caregiver. Grandma lived in a house about 10 minutes away from us, and I split my time up between the two of them as best as I could. Both of them had declining health. Grandma was just old and had the typical symptoms that elderly folks start to have, but mom developed multiple types of cancer, fibromyalgia, and several other crippling health issues, to the point she could not even get to the bathroom on her own or make herself a meal, and it caused her a great deal of turmoil. She started drinking booze heavily while taking a plethora of medications, including things like alprazolam (xanax) and hydrocodone.

In 2022, grandma passed away, and that's when mom became completely unhinged. Having to deal with all of grandma's estate and belongings as the executor. I helped her as best as I could, as I was power of attorney and executor of my mom's estate. It got very convoluted and confusing at that point. After we closed the final chapter of grandma's story and that was over with, my mother had become the recipient of grandma's money and home, to the tune of $194,000 in total. Mom and I had always been poor, as her ex's income was only enough to sustain a minimal living and her disability benefits were not very much either, so being sick and knowing she didn't have a lot of time left, she started partying even harder as if that were even possible. She burned through 50K of that money real quick, then suddenly decided she wanted to go live with her ex again out in the country because she "missed him" as she put it.

I tried like hell to convince her that it was a bad idea, and that I could not live with that man again, so if she was set on going, that he'd have to become her caregiver because I wasn't going to deal with him again. That was still what she wanted, and she was mad at me that I wouldn't go with her. To the point she wouldn't even talk to me. Mind you, she still had 140K left, and she wasn't sure what to do with her own house, the one that I was residing in as well. There was talk of selling it, but it ended up not being sold. During this time, I went to stay with some friends at their apartment and got a job as a pizza delivery driver. This was in October of 2022. At first, I tried multiple times a day to get in touch with my mom, as where she moved to with the ex was 2 and a half hours away, so I could find out what was going on with her and making sure she was alright, as well as what was going on with our home. I had over 30 grand of my own property in the home. Guitars, amps, drums, electronics, clothes, my whole life essentially. Things that I busted my butt to earn.

She continued to ignore my calls and messages and eventually we grew further apart. By the time spring 2023 came around we weren't talking at all and she was a distant thought to me because I was hurt that she was giving me the cold shoulder for so long. Then the morning of June 7th came around. I got a call from the police department informing me that my mother was dead. At first I thought it was some kind of joke or the wrong number or something like that, but then I started to think about it. She was very sick, mind you, still not able to take herself to the bathroom or do anything for herself. I initially assumed that cancer or one of her other illnesses took her, but upon inquiry,

Here is where the issue comes in and why I would like outside perspective.
Furthermore, even though I was the beneficiary of her will, a promissory note was apparently written giving every last bit of money and property to her ex that was conveniently dated about 3 months before the time of death. 90 days is about how long it takes things to go through probate, and since I had no idea that any of this had happened, I had no way of knowing to go contest anything and in the state of Texas, a promissory note dated after the creation of a will and testament trumps that will and testament, so legally, everything was the ex's. He got our house, and everything of mine that was in it, as well as all her money and I was left with the clothes on my back.

Finally, the biggest red flag of all was that despite him having known history of domestic assault, he was never a suspect in the case. Why? He was working as a truck driver directly for the sheriff of the county her ex lived in, presumably running drugs under the guise of hauling hay on the truck. I personally feel like everything was planned and calculated to a tee, and with the backing of the entire police force of that small community, there wasn't any roadblocks to slow him down from forging and submitting the promissory note and as soon as it cleared probate, , collected the valuables and went on about his business like nothing ever happened.

Am I crazy, or is there plenty of evidence that something other than suicide happened? I know in my heart of hearts that she wouldn't have (and couldn't have) taken her own life, nor would she have ever written a promissory note to that man. I tried to fight it, but without legal representation, I was powerless and I lost my butt. Thinking about this and wondering what actually happened and how I got so screwed has effected me in many negative ways that I don't even know where to start trying to recover from. It's safe to say that it has definitely added to my already extensive PTSD.

What do you guys think?

PS thanks for taking the time and patience to read through this. I know it's incredibly long, but this is the first time I've been able to fully talk about it, and it felt good to get it all out in writing. I'm curious to know what others think. It's far too late to do anything about the situation, nor does it matter, because no matter what, nothing can bring her back, but I'd like some closure on the incident so maybe I can start working on some of my anxiety and depression. Thanks again.