My Mom and Stepdad Stole My Inheritance to Buy a House for Themselves – I Finally Stood Up to Them

I’m Ian. I’m 17, and I live in a house that no longer feels like home.

It used to, back when my dad was alive, and it was just him and me, and everything felt solid.

Now, I wake up every day to the sound of my stepdad humming in the hallway like he built this place from scratch. My mom barely looks at me, like eye contact might set off a landmine. For months now, I’ve been walking on eggshells around both of them.

Truth is, I don’t really see them as family anymore.

Not after what they did.

Two years ago, my dad died in a car accident. I still remember the police officer’s voice when he said, “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t cry right away. I just stood there, like my body forgot how to move.

The only thing that kept me grounded was knowing my dad had left me a college fund, something that could be my safety net and give me a real future.

It was locked away until I turned 18. I didn’t think much about it.

I just trusted it was there, untouched, waiting. My mom handled the survivor benefits, used them for clothes, school fees, and groceries. That made sense.

But the inheritance? That was sacred.Continue reading…