"I want the mother of an ex g/f sell off the family farm that she and her siblings owned colletively because the eldest wanted cash, this was like 10 years after the estate was settled."
Sounds like my Aunt and the house whose basement I'm cleaning out right now.
Her worthless spawn cleaned out some of the best of my Grandparent's stuff, vultures that they are.
The ONLY thing that I wanted was a reading chair covered in red velvet. It's been my favorite chair since I was old enough to sit on my own. My Aunt knew that; my Grandmother made sure everyone knew I wanted that chair.
I came by to help get the stuff that my cousins had left ready for auction. Luckily I walked in just as my Aunt was telling the auctioneer that the chair was part of what was to be auctioned.
When I objected, my Aunt started to say something about Grandma needing the money for the home she was in, and before my parents could do anything (they walked in behind me) I went apeshit in an extremely UNpolite way. I made it very clear that if Grandma needed the money, her whelps should bring back all of the good furniture and other items that they had methodically stripped from the house over the preceding year or two.
I don't think my Aunt knew what hit her, but she agreed that I could have my chair.
A few days later I visited Grandma at the home. My Aunt was there. The first words out of Grandma's mouth were "Michael, did you get your chair from the house before the sale?"
Ah, sometimes the best revenge is served up by someone else...