04/11/2025
MY FOSTER PARENTS TOOK MY PARENTS' MONEY AND CALLED IT A BLESSING—I GAVE THEM EXACTLY WHAT THEY DESERVED.
When I was ten, my parents were killed in a hit-and-run. With no family able to take me in, a couple from our church—David and Margaret T.—stepped up, claiming it was "God's calling" to raise me. It looked like charity. It felt like a trap.
At home, the warmth vanished. Their daughter Elise, a year older than me, acted like I didn’t exist. David and Margaret weren’t abusive—just cold and performative. They collected checks from my father’s estate and the state, but spent most of it on themselves—Elise’s car, luxury clothes, vacations, and showy church donations.
I estimated they misused over $200,000 of my parents' money—not counting the state funds.
I got hand-me-downs and silence. Worse, they treated my late parents’ legacy like loot. Margaret ransacked my mom’s antique shop, claiming the best pieces for herself—including a priceless Baroque-era china set she planned to give Elise. "She’ll appreciate it more than a tomboy like her," I once overheard.
What Margaret didn’t know? I’d been tracking everything—trust statements, expenses, and evidence. When I turned eighteen and accessed my inheritance, I didn’t fight. I planned.
And then, the perfect opportunity arrived. ⬇️
