That’s when the real manipulation started.
Mom: “Jacob, don’t be like this. We need to talk.”
Eric even chimed in: “Dude, you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Just help them like always.”
But I didn’t budge.
Because I finally understood: They never saw me as an equal. Just a provider.
And now that I’d stopped giving, they were falling apart.
When They Showed Up at My Front Door
They didn’t stop at texts and calls.
They drove to my building in Chicago.
The front desk buzzed me: “Your parents are downstairs. They say it’s urgent.”
I was floored. They’d never once visited me in all the years I’d lived there.
I went down to meet them. Mom, Dad, and of course, Eric—standing like a united front.
Mom crossed her arms, tears in her eyes. “Jacob, please. We’re a family.”
Dad tried to look authoritative. “You’re being selfish.”
Eric? He just stood there looking bored, like it was beneath him to even be involved.
I Finally Spoke My Truth
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