11/06/2025
My stepmom STOLE MY LATE MOM’S $25K trust and bought her son a Jeep — karma got her back TIMES THREE.
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My mom died when I was 9. Before she passed, she set aside $25,000 for me to receive at 18.
“For college or your first home,” she said. Dad promised to protect it.
Then Tracy came into our lives. Sweet voice. Fake kindness. After she married Dad, the warmth in the house disappeared.
When Dad died unexpectedly when I was 15, she became my guardian… and treated me like a stranger in my own home.
Her son, Connor, got everything — new wardrobe, the newest phone, big steak dinners.
I got whatever was left — torn shirts, old shoes, cold meals.
When I asked for a new coat, she snapped: “YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL YOU EVEN HAVE ONE.”
Then she forced me into the basement — cold concrete, no heat, thin blanket. She called it “character building.”
Connor called me “RAT BOY.”
I ate scraps while they laughed upstairs.
I counted down the days until 18 — the day I could take my trust and run.
My birthday arrived. She acted sweet, hugged me, played the loving mother.
But when I asked about the trust, she smiled and said:
“OH, SWEETHEART… THAT MONEY’S BEEN SPENT.”
“Spent?” I said. “On what?”
She replied, voice sharp now:
“YOU LIVED HERE RENT-FREE. I USED IT ON FAMILY NEEDS.”
“Family needs?” I asked. “Like Connor’s Jeep?”
Her face twisted.
“DON’T YOU DARE TALK BACK. THAT CAR IS FOR THIS HOUSEHOLD.”
“You won’t even let me eat upstairs,” I said.
She smirked.
“WATCH YOUR MOUTH. YOU’RE LUCKY I DIDN’T SEND YOU TO A HOME.”
Mom’s lawyer later confirmed it — she drained the trust legally. There was nothing I could do.
So I stayed quiet. I worked. I waited.
And karma?
It showed up — and it didn’t come gently... 👇 (full story in comm)
