Parents left EVERYTHING to my brother, so I stopped paying their bills. A month later, Mom texted: «Mortgage deadline is here!» I just wrote THIS… My reply made everyone GO PALE…

That I’d keep playing the role of their financial savior, even after they’d made it clear I wasn’t needed. I quickly typed back: «I think Eric can handle it, since the house is his now.»

Exactly five minutes later, Mom called. I didn’t pick up. Then a message came through.

Mom: «Jacob, please don’t be like this. We need to talk.»

«Oh, now they need to talk?» Now that the bills were piling up and reality was finally slapping them in the face, I waited an hour before replying: «Nothing to talk about. You made your choice.

Now live with it.» I thought that would be the end of it. I was dead sure I’d made my position clear, and I didn’t regret it one bit.

But then Eric decided to butt in. Late that evening, I got a message from him. As soon as I saw his name on the screen, I knew it was going to be something annoying.

I opened it, and sure enough, pure arrogance: «Jacob, dude, why are you making such a drama? It’s not the end of the world. Just help them like always.»

I almost laughed. «Not the end of the world?» He really thought I had no right to be angry. I fired back right away:

«No, I think it’s your responsibility now. After all, you’re the favorite.» Eric:

«Oh god, are you seriously mad over some will? Grow up, dude. It’s just money.» Yeah.

Now that the money was his, it suddenly didn’t matter. There was some stunning irony in that. I typed back:

«Well, since it’s just money, it shouldn’t be hard for you to spend it on the mortgage, right?» Silence. A few minutes later, another message from Mom. This time she went full guilt mode:

Mom: «Jacob. We’re your parents.

Family takes care of each other. We did so much for you when you were growing up. And now you’re just abandoning us.»

I took a deep breath to keep from hurling my phone at the wall. Abandoning them? I’d spent years making sure they lived comfortably while they babied Eric, encouraging his laziness.

And now, when they finally had to face the consequences of their own decisions, I was the bad guy? But this time, I wasn’t falling for it. I typed back: «You made it clear I’m not part of the family when you left me out of the will.

Now let Eric take care of you.» I could practically hear Mom’s theatrical gasp in my head, like she always did when she wanted to play the victim, even when she was wrong. A few minutes later, a message from Dad came through, and it made me boil over…

Dad: «We’re not asking for much. Just help with the mortgage for a few more months while we sort things out. Don’t be selfish.»

Selfish? The word literally made my blood boil. I’d pulled them out of financial holes for years, sacrificing my own money, time, and energy to make their lives easier. I’d done everything a good son should.

And how did they repay me? By leaving me with nothing. And now, when I finally stood up for myself, I was the selfish one? I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and typed: «No, I’m done.»

After that, I just turned off my phone. They’d made their choice. Now they had to live with it.

The silence held for exactly one day. I knew my parents wouldn’t give up that easily, but I wasn’t prepared for this. The next morning, I woke up to a notification: «Money transfer request.»

I frowned, unlocked my phone, and looked. From Mom. She’d literally sent me a request for money, like I was an ATM.

The amount—$5,000. I stared at the screen, half shocked, half laughing at the audacity. No message.

No explanation. Just a cold, shameless demand for exactly the amount they needed to cover the overdue mortgage payment. They didn’t even ask.

They just assumed I’d pay. I declined the request without hesitation. Less than five minutes later, my phone rang.

«Mom?» I didn’t pick up. A message came: «Mom: Jacob, I know you saw the request.

Why did you decline it?» I didn’t rush to reply. Finally, I wrote: «Because it’s not my responsibility.

Try Eric.» Another call. Declined…