My parents left EVERYTHING to my brother, so I stopped paying their bills. A month later, my mom texted me: “The mortgage deadline is here!” I’d just written THIS… My reply left everyone pale… 😲😲😲
I stared at the papers, my hands shaking, a mixture of rage and betrayal. How long had they been planning this? Had they always intended to use me as an unrewarded financial safety net?
Did they ever appreciate what I did for them? I don’t know how long I was like this, but at some point, my dad realized I wasn’t analyzing anything. “Jacob, what’s taking you so long?” he asked, walking into the room.
I didn’t even try to hide the will. I just held it up and, looking him straight in the eyes, asked, “So this is it?” “Everything.
For Eric. After everything I’ve done for you.” Dad paled for a moment, but then sighed deeply, as if dealing with a whiny toddler.
“Jacob, it’s not what you think.” “Really?” I snapped. Because I’m pretty clear about it. I pay your mortgage, buy your groceries, fix up this house, while Eric does absolutely nothing.
They’d already made their decision; now it was time for me to make mine. I never went back to that house on the outskirts of Chicago, I didn’t call them, I didn’t check up on them. For the first time in years, I let them deal with their own problems.
If something needs fixing, let them handle it themselves. If the food runs out, let them go to the store themselves. And most importantly, if the mortgage comes due, it’s no longer my business.
The silence lasted about two weeks. I think at first they thought I was just grumpy and would screw up again like always. Maybe they were waiting for me to calm down and apologize for daring to question their decision.
But days passed, and I didn’t hear from them. And most importantly: there was no money. You could almost feel their attitude changing.
Then, one day, my phone vibrated. A message from Dad. The property tax deadline was approaching.
My response made everyone go pale… 😲😲😲 Continued in the first comment under the image 👇👇👇