My sister and her husband asked to borrow $25,000, insisting they needed it to pay off debts and save their home. I hesitated—money and family rarely mix—but they sounded desperate. My sister cried, telling me they’d be homeless without help. Against my better judgment, I agreed.
Yeah,” she said, “you shouldn’t expect the money back. It caused too much stress.”
felt like the floor had dropped out under me. Not just because of the money, but because of the betrayal. My own sister—someone I grew up protecting—was now pretending a loan was a gift.
We cut off contact that day. I walked away shaking, realizing that the relationship I’d treasured was probably gone forever. READ MORE BELOW
