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

You made your choice. Now you can live with it. I figured that would be the end of it for the day.

I had made my stance crystal clear, and there wasn’t a single part of me that felt guilty about it. But then Eric decided to chime in. His text came in late that evening, and the second I saw his name pop up on my phone, I knew it was going to be something obnoxious.

Sure enough, when I opened it, I was greeted with pure entitlement. Eric texted, dude, why are you being such a drama queen? It’s not a big deal. Just help them out like you always do.

I nearly laughed. Not a big deal? He was really acting like I had no right to be mad about this. I typed back, nah, I think you’ve got it covered, since you’re the favorite and all.

Eric texted, oh my god, are you seriously mad about the will? Grow up, man. It’s just money. Oh, now it was just money.

Now that it was his to inherit, it suddenly didn’t matter? That hypocrisy was astounding. I shot back, then you won’t mind using some of that money to pay for the mortgage, right? Silence. A few minutes later, my mom texted me again, this time going full guilt trip mode.

Mom texted, Jake, we’re your parents. Family takes care of each other. We did so much for you growing up, and now you’re just abandoning us? I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from throwing my phone across the room.

Abandoning them? I had spent years making sure they never had to struggle, all while they coddled Eric and rewarded his laziness. And now that they finally had to deal with the consequences of their own decisions, I was the bad guy? I wasn’t falling for it. Not this time.

I responded, you made it clear I wasn’t part of the family when you left me out of the will. Now Eric can take care of you. I could imagine my mom gasping dramatically at that.

She always had a flair for acting like the victim, even when she was the one in the wrong. A few minutes later, my dad sent another text, and this one had me seething. Dad texted, we’re not asking for much.

Just enough to cover the mortgage for a few more months until we figure things out. Don’t be selfish. Selfish.

The word made my blood boil. I had been bailing them out for years, sacrificing my own money, time, and energy to make their lives easier. I had done everything a good son was supposed to do.

And how did they repay me? By making sure I got nothing in return. And now, when I was finally standing up for myself, I was the selfish one? I clenched my jaw, took a deep breath, and typed back, no, I’m done. Then I turned off my phone.

They had made their choice. Now they were going to live with it. The silence lasted a day.

I knew my parents wouldn’t give up that easily, but I wasn’t expecting what happened next. The next morning, I woke up to a notification on my phone. A bank transfer request.

I frowned, unlocking my phone to check. It was from my mom. She had actually sent me a request for money, like I was some ATM.

The amount? $3,500. I stared at it in disbelief, half laughing at the audacity. No message…