Tyler built his freelance design career from the ground up. His most valuable tool — a $2,200 iPad — was more than a tablet; it was his livelihood.

So when his sister Josie let her kids play with it over the holidays — and they shattered it — Tyler snapped. Not just at the damage, but at her casual dismissal. “Relax,” she said. “You’re rich now.”Josie had always leaned on him — for money, for help, for silence. But this time, Tyler drew a line. No more being the fixer. He demanded repayment. She laughed. He took her to small claims court.And surprisingly, she paid.It wasn’t just about the iPad. It was about finally standing up for himself after years of emotional IOUs and guilt trips disguised as “family.”Later, Josie sent a photo of her kids with crayons — no screens. And a message that read, “Maybe I needed to be held accountable.”It wasn’t an apology. But it was a start.Because sometimes, the only way to heal… is to say no. And mean it.