Damn piano

Backstory:  When Mom sold our old house after Dad died we split the stuff between us and the old upright piano went to my aunt's house until I was ready to take it.

Now:  Mom is going frantic trying to find enough money to move and has set her eye on me again for a possible source.

I was talking to her about my move and how we were going to have a garage sale and she's asking me all these questions about whether I'm talking my recliner and the antique table and like things (the expensive stuff) and then goes into this spiel about how she wants a bunch of the kitchen stuff back because it has sentimental value to her.  That is blatant bullshit by the way, she's never been sentimental over stuff.  Never.  Then she tells me that she went and talked to my aunt Sue who's keeping the piano and that Sue said it's getting in the way and that she's found someone that would like to by it.  She then tells me that if I want it I can have it, but if I don't that I can sell it, but she gets the money.  You have to imagine that last part as a demand to get the full point however.  I was rather annoyed by this as the piano is mine, but just made a snarky comment and then said I'd have to discuss it with my roommates.  Today my aunt calls me up to discuss my mother and the piano situation and it turns out Sue never said that it was getting in the way, nor was she annoyed at holding it till I could have it, whenever that day in the future might be.

What I can take away from this experience is that my mother is resorting to lying to me to try and get money out of me and is lying by way of putting words in the mouths of others.  I can tell I can't especially trust what she says now if she wants something and that I need to put my foot down.  I decided to have my aunt sell the piano, but I'm going to take the money from it.  If Mom had just said flat out that she was looking for money for the move and the piano was an option I likely would have let her have it, but this underhanded bullshit is childish and I refuse to let her manuever me anymore.

In happier news: I got my Yellowstone acceptance back and have sent back the paperwork.  All is well.