She mentioned that Brianna had seen my house and noted that my little business must be doing well. “They never asked how I was doing,” I reminded her.
She claimed that Brianna was going through a tough time with the mortgage and suggested I should provide a loan because family helps each other. I smiled without any joy because I knew the wound from three years ago was about to find its answer.
Part 3
I held a crystal glass up to the sunlight before answering my mother’s request. “Sandra, do you remember that dinner from three years ago?” I asked.
There was a tense silence on the other end before she told me not to start with that topic. “You looked me in the face and told me I didn’t deserve help while Dad asked why he would invest in me,” I said.
She claimed they said it to motivate me to stop making impulsive decisions. “Well, it did motivate me to remove the people who made me feel small from my life,” I replied.
My mother shifted to a commanding tone and told me I couldn’t sit in a millionaire’s house while my sister lost hers. “I have this house because I stopped wasting my energy supporting people who never recognized my worth,” I told her.