“Mom,” he snapped, “you don’t get to judge how we spend our money.”
That was when I knew. I wasn’t their mother anymore. I was just their creditor.
Later, Marcus suggested I move in with them. “It’ll save you money,” he said.
“And you can help out—cook, watch the kids… maybe let the loan go, since you’ll be living with us.”
He wanted a free nanny, not a housemate. I said no.
“Selfish,” he said. “We’re giving you a chance to be close to your grandkids.”
“I’m choosing dignity,” I replied.
After months of silence, they invited me on a family road trip. I hesitated but agreed. Maybe they were making amends.
But during the drive, Rebecca brought it up again: “You don’t really need that money, right?”
Marcus chimed in: “Is money really more important than family?”
