Growing up, I was always the “black sheep” of the family. My sister, Sara, was the golden child in our parents’ eyes — the one who followed every rule, earned straight A’s, and never caused a fuss.
Meanwhile, I was the curious one, always asking questions and testing boundaries — a habit that often landed me in trouble. It constantly felt like I had to fight just to belong, and that made my childhood incredibly hard.
I tried to be more like Sara, but the harder I worked to fit that mold, the worse things got. Eventually, in my teenage years, I gave up trying to be her and decided to just be myself — and somehow, that made everything even worse.
Still, I never imagined any of this would matter when it came to our inheritance. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When our mother passed away a couple of months ago, I received a letter from a lawyer stating that Sara had been named the sole beneficiary of our mother’s estate. I wasn’t to receive anything. That didn’t make sense to me — our mom had always promised that everything would be shared equally between us.
I confronted Sara, and she told me that, as the “responsible” one, it was her duty to manage everything and fulfill Mom’s wishes. I didn’t believe her, but I let it go at the time — I didn’t want another fight.
A few weeks later, I got an unexpected message from one of Mom’s old friends. She told me that Sara had been manipulating our mother into changing the will behind my back, convincing her that I was too irresponsible to handle the money. The friend knew because she had overheard a conversation between them just days before Mom passed away.
I was devastated — hurt, angry, betrayed. But this time, I wasn’t going to let Sara get away with it.
I hired a lawyer, who managed to find my mom’s original will. It clearly stated that everything was meant to be divided equally between us. Armed with that proof, I confronted Sara again. She tried to guilt-trip me, saying I was being greedy and destroying our family over money. But I stood my ground and demanded what was rightfully mine.
In the end, Sara gave in and handed over my share. But now, she refuses to speak to me.
So, was I wrong for standing up for myself and demanding what was fair, even if it cost me my relationship with my sister?
Source: brightside.me