My mom called me useless for not sending $10K like my sister! when I tried to say! Dad cut me off…
Bankruptcy and Blossoming
Three months of silence passed before my doorbell unexpectedly rang. Standing there were my parents and Meera. I hesitated but opened the door, puzzled by their worn and tired appearances, which contrasted sharply with my improved situation since they last saw me.
I’ve been working hard, studying diligently to obtain a small business consultant certification, which significantly boosted my salary. Scarlet had helped me land a new job where I was now a team leader, enjoying a fulfilling work life and even considering moving closer to work to a better apartment.
“What’s with the luxury?” my parents and Meera asked, almost accusatorially, noticing my nicer clothes and healthier appearance. “Before you indulge in such luxuries, give us some money,” they demanded, pleading for financial help as if entitled to it.
They seemed desperate yet unapologetic about their direct demands. Disgusted with their attitude, I confronted them with Dad’s and Meera’s income. “You can live comfortably, what’s really going on?” I challenged.
Meera, tears welling up, revealed her ongoing struggles in the modeling industry, which were far harsher than she had let on. She had been scouted by another agency and decided to invest a significant sum to join, believing it would kick start her acting career.
Unfortunately, it turned out to be a scam, and the agency vanished with their money, leaving no traces behind. At that moment, someone from a Consumer Finance Company appeared at my door, asking if I was related to them, as they had traced my address.
It turned out my family had borrowed a large sum, hoping Meera’s career would turn around quickly. Furthermore, Meera had been spending lavishly at nightclubs to relieve stress, worsening their financial woes. I was astounded by their reckless behavior and irresponsibility.
When the finance agent asked if I was family, I firmly stated:
“I don’t know these people at all. I have nothing to do with them”.
This harsh response was necessary to protect myself from the consequences of their actions. This moment marked a definitive break, not just emotionally but legally, from the destructive patterns of my family.
