My phone buzzed constantly—calls, texts, accusations, pleas. I ignored them.
By Wednesday, my mother’s card was declined at the grocery store. She called in a panic. “David, my card won’t work! The bank says there’s no money!”
“There isn’t,” I said calmly. “I stopped the transfers.”
She shrieked, “Over Saturday? You’re punishing me!”
“I don’t punish people,” I replied. “I just no longer fund lifestyles.”
Jessica sobbed on the phone: “You can’t just abandon us!”
“I’m not abandoning anyone,” I said. “I’m simply done bankrolling you.”

