I bought my parents a house. It wasn’t easy, but I wanted them to finally have some peace, to know they were safe and taken care of. There was only one condition: my brother was never allowed there.
He’s always had a shady past: bad business deals and constantly borrowing money he never pays back. And worst of all, he uses my parents. He drains them emotionally and financially, then disappears until the next crisis. I wanted this house to be their escape from that cycle. Today, I checked the cameras. And there he was. Standing in the yard, he stared at the camera, and then suddenly he held up a key.
The problem? I never gave him one. I panicked and called my parents right away, telling them to lock the doors. My dad answered, calm as ever, and said, “Don’t worry. We let him in.” That one line gutted me.
