My Stepfather Threw Me Out With Nothing—Now He Wants A Piece Of My Fortune.

When I was a teenager, my stepdad had this line he loved to throw at me: “This isn’t a free hotel—either help or leave.” I was sixteen, still in school, just trying to figure out life, and it felt like I was being treated like a burden. Things between him and my mom grew tense because of it, and eventually, I decided to leave.

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I worked my way up, built a decent career, and stayed independent. What my stepdad never knew was that, over the years, I quietly supported my mom—helping her with bills, emergencies, and just making sure she was okay. But here’s the kicker: she genuinely believes that my success is thanks to him. Apparently, he’s told her that his “tough love” pushed me out into the world, and that’s the reason I made it.

Fast forward to now—he’s older, not doing as well financially, and suddenly he’s asking me to come back around, to be part of the family again, to basically forgive and forget. My mom keeps urging me to let the past go, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s using her as a messenger, putting pressure on her to reach out. It hurts that she seems to overlook how much I’ve been the one supporting her all these years—not him.

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I don’t want my mom to feel stuck in the middle, but I also don’t want to play along with his version of the story where he gets credit for my life. It makes me angry, and I can’t help but feel that reconnecting would only feed into that false narrative.

So… am I being unreasonable for wanting no contact with him at all, even if it disappoints my mom? Or should I just suck it up for her sake?

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