Last year, I bought my first home after working two jobs. My parents always called me lazy and laughed when I told them. Last week, my dad lost his job—and now they want to move in. I said no.
Not out of spite, but because I found something that changed everything.
Months earlier, I’d discovered paperwork for a college fund in my name—over $15,000 my grandparents had saved. My parents drained it years ago to fund my dad’s failed “business ideas.”
So when they asked for help, I said, “I don’t owe anyone who stole from me.”
Later, my mom admitted she regretted it, and I helped them find a small apartment and a job for my dad. Things aren’t perfect, but I’ve learned that boundaries aren’t cruelty.
I’m finally taking those culinary classes I once couldn’t afford.
Because protecting your peace isn’t selfish—it’s survival.
