My parents bequeathed their ENTIRE estate to my brother, so I ceased covering their expenses. Weeks later, my mom texted

Eric messaged me, you’re a traitor. You really had to air all our business out like this? You have no respect for family. Dad called me, practically yelling into the phone, you’ve ruined everything, Jake.

You’ll regret this. You’ll regret cutting us off. You’ll regret turning your back on your own family.

But I didn’t regret it. Not for a second. I blocked them all.

I was done. And for the first time in my life, I was free. Free from the toxic grip that had on me for so long.

As the days passed, I could feel the weight lifting off my shoulders. I was done with being treated as less than. I was done with being the one who was always expected to fix everyone else’s problems.

And now, I finally had the freedom to live my own life on my terms. So, no, I don’t feel bad for cutting them off. I deserved better.

I still do. And from now on, I’m choosing to surround myself with people who appreciate me for who I am, not for what I can give them. It’s time for me to move forward, for good.

And I will. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.