Chloe: Do you think Lily will ever figure out nobody actually wants her around unless she’s paying?
Mom: She doesn’t need to know. Some people are happier feeling needed.
I stared at those words for what felt like an eternity.
My mother hadn’t defended me. She hadn’t told Chloe to stop. She had simply explained how to keep me useful.
For thirty-two years, I’d believed my mother loved me. I’d believed every tearful phone call, every desperate request, every whispered “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
Now I finally understood what she meant.
They didn’t know what they’d do without my money.
I sat up slowly, swung my feet onto the cold floor, and opened my laptop.
My first instinct was to call my mother and scream. I wanted to ask her how she could raise a daughter, watch that daughter work herself into exhaustion, and then laugh while taking everything she had.
But something stopped me.
Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was three years of humiliation staring back at me through that screen.
Or maybe, for the first time in my life, I realized that explaining my pain to people who enjoyed causing it would accomplish absolutely nothing.
Instead, I opened my banking app.
I downloaded every transfer I’d made to my family over the past three years. Every emergency payment. Every holiday expense. Every credit card charge I’d covered because someone promised to pay me back.
By 4:17 a.m., I had created a spreadsheet.
The total at the bottom made me feel physically sick.
$63,847.
Sixty-three thousand, eight hundred and forty-seven dollars.
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