Here's a new development. I just called the broker back a few hours ago and they said that the guy who told me that absolutely there would be no account transfer was wrong when he told me that. I guess one of the customer service representatives is still checking into the matter from a time when I called before about a week ago to ask the initial questions about what I can do to control the funds regarding my fafsa. I'm going to wait to hear back from her regarding what options they can offer before I field a lawyer.
You know I would like to say something to all those people out there who have written saying that these sorts of entanglements will cause irreprable damage to the family and will make things worse. The only expert of you is you. I expect there are others in my same situation who have tried to explain (infinite times) to their parents the issues of domestic violence, power and control, and how that erodes trust in the family and raises anxiety levels. How much is a childhood worth? 100 dollars, 100 million? What can someone do to recapture that innocense and love? I am happy this money is here and I can use it for college. I don't know who the original gift giver was regarding the initial deposit. My parents are now divorced. It is hard for someone who has never lived in a home where everyone fights all the time, are called names, treated like slaves as children, hit, neglected, have their minds toyed with, threatened with guns, no CPS intervention to really REALLY understand how it makes you feel when you look back on that time now as a young adult. I don't think there is any word I know how to say that explains that feeling knowing that the most trusted person in your life just didn't give a _____ about you. It's slavery, slavery as a child in a home where no one looks after you. The fact that I have sat down with 'these people' and explained all this to them then they BLAME ME for causing the problems only makes the fire in my blood evaporate. The said I was the one who caused these problems. This is called projection. Crazy making. It is an element of domestic violence.
Perhaps this illustration is more appropriate. Consider I bumped into one of these 'people' randomly in the future. How would I feel? Let me try to explain to you how I would feel if that happened.
Go outside. Get 5 rocks. Throw one as far as you can to the north, south, east, west, and straight up in the air. Now imagine this space in your mind. Now imagine an infinite amount of these spaces. You are now visualizing in your mind the smallest fraction of the hate I have for the people who 'raised' me. Get it now?
This is not about saving your family. This is about money.