more, part 2

It's ironic that a few posts ago I kicked myself for listening to my heart...and now, I wonder why I stopped.
The rest of the story.
After I found out about the financial turmoil my Uncle was involved in and the accusations he was throwing at Jack ; I dug deeper. I searched EBay, classifieds, and Craig's list...bingo.
When "museum quality/one of a kind/ heirloom" was mentioned in a Craig's list ad for furniture, I had to check into it. I emailed the seller and was told that the pieces were in a storage facility in the city. I asked to see them, was given a time, and let my manager, Ralph, know that I was going to run an errand and would be back soon.

When the storage door opened and my Uncle was standing there I wasn't sure what to say. He made excuses about why he had the furniture and when he knew I wasn't buying it, he began to throw insults at me and then the police arrived.
From what I understand they have been investigating my Uncle for embezzlement, insurance fraud, and identity theft for a number of months. I was in shock watching the police tape off the scene and take my uncle away in a squad car. The only thing that saved me was that Ralph had looked in my day timer to see where I had went and arrived soon after all this. He was the one who told me I was "best dressed"...sometimes you just have to laugh.
I feel like a fool. I believed in "family" and I really wanted to belong to a family. It turns out that my only living relative is a criminal who could care less about me. The worst part is that I believed him and turned my back on an amazing, wonderful man that wanted to be a part of my life.
Thank you all so much for your support and your kind, sweet, comments. You will never know what they have meant to me.