I Went Into Debt to Support My Mom, Now I Deeply Regret It

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Living With the Aftermath

Now, every night, I lie in bed with the weight of that debt suffocating me. I replay our conversation in my mind, hoping there’s some part I misunderstood—some detail that makes this all a big mistake.

But each loan payment is a painful reminder that the person I thought would never hurt me did just that, and didn’t even flinch.

People warn about mixing money with family, and I used to think that rule didn’t apply to me. But what do you do when the one who takes advantage of you is your own mother?

How do you reconcile love with betrayal? And how do you move forward when the person who raised you is the same person who left you to drown, all while buying herself a new couch?