I’m Coraline, and I’ve always been the “responsible” one. I moved out early, built a career, and finally reached a point where I’m financially comfortable. My brother, however, has spent his life making terrible financial decisions, and the family has always expected everyone else to pick up the pieces.
A few days ago, my mom called me crying. She said she couldn’t cover the mortgage and asked for my help. Because I love her, I asked how much she needed and if it was a temporary loan. Her attitude flipped instantly. She snapped, “Does it matter? I gave birth to you! You make enough money to do this.” Then she hit me with the ultimate guilt trip: “I would ask your brother, but he’s not doing well. He wouldn’t ask questions; he’d just help me.”
In that moment, I realized my value to them was strictly tied to my bank account. I finally said no. The next morning, my brother called and threatened to trash my reputation to the entire extended family and our group chats if I didn’t pay up. Now, I’m being painted as the “cold, selfish daughter” while he gets infinite grace for his failures. I’m shaking and hurt, but I’ve realized that being family shouldn’t mean being a walking ATM.
