Parents Demanded That I Give My Golden Child Sister the $30k That I Saved Up for My College For..

The Golden Child and the $30,000 Demand

Parents demanded that I give my Golden Child sister the $30,000 that I saved up for my college for her to buy an apartment. I’m 19m, currently a college student.

My relationship with my family has always been a bit strained, mainly because of how different I am from the rest of them. I’ve worked hard to achieve what I have, maintaining good grades and even securing a scholarship for college.

I thought my efforts would finally earn me some respect, but that wasn’t the case. My parents have always favored my sister; she’s spoiled, entitled, and used to getting her way.

It’s been clear to me for a long time that they see her as the Golden Child, while I’m just the responsible one who’s expected to handle things on my own. Every time she screws up, I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces or make sacrifices for her.

Over the years, I managed to save up $30,000 for college. This wasn’t easy; I earned most of it through part-time jobs and scholarships.

This money means everything to me. It’s my ticket to a future where I’m not dependent on anyone.

But to my parents, it was apparently just another resource to exploit when my sister was short on cash. My sister Sarah is 24, but you wouldn’t know it by the way she acts.

She’s been coddled her entire life, always getting whatever she wants without lifting a finger. Right now she’s unemployed and has been for a while.

She claims she’s figuring things out, but really she just spends her time lounging around doing nothing. Despite this, she’s decided that she needs a new apartment, something fancy in a nice part of town.

Of course, she has no savings or income to afford it. One evening my parents sat me down and told me that Sarah had found the perfect place but was short on money for the deposit.

They demanded that I hand over my entire college savings, $30,000, to help her secure the apartment. I was floored.

They didn’t ask; they demanded. And then came the kicker: if I refused, they said I could pack my things and leave.

They made it clear that my future was less important to them than making sure Sarah was comfortable. They didn’t stop there.

My mom pulled the whole “family comes first” card. My dad said something about how, “Sarah had always been there for me,” which is a complete lie.

They tried to guilt me, saying that if I was a good brother, I’d do this without hesitation. The emotional manipulation was strong.

At first, I couldn’t even speak; I was in shock, completely blindsided by their demand. I asked them how they could possibly think it was fair to take everything I’d worked for and give it to Sarah, who hadn’t lifted a finger to help herself.

My dad just shrugged and said, “It was about keeping the family together.” My mom said something about how, “Sarah needed this apartment more than I needed my savings.”

Standing Ground and Preparing for the Worst

That’s when it hit me: no matter what I said, they wouldn’t listen. They didn’t care about what was fair; they only cared about Sarah.

Over the next few days it was a mess, constantly weighing my options. I thought about just giving in to avoid being kicked out.

But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how wrong that was. Why should I have to sacrifice everything I’d worked for just because my sister couldn’t be bothered to take care of herself?

On the other hand, standing my ground meant risking everything. I didn’t have anywhere to go if they kicked me out; I was on my own.

I even considered reaching out to some extended family members, but I knew it wouldn’t help. Most of them were just as taken in by Sarah’s act as my parents were.

I felt trapped, like no matter what I chose, I was going to lose something important. Finally, I decided I wasn’t going to let them push me around.

I started researching my legal rights. I knew that as an adult, they couldn’t just take my money without my consent.

I also made sure to secure all my important documents: birth certificate, passport, bank information, in case things went south. I even started quietly packing some of my valuables and moving them to a friend’s place just in case I had to leave in a hurry.

I knew I had to be prepared for the worst-case scenario: being kicked out with nowhere to go. So I reached out to my college’s housing office to see if they had any emergency accommodations available.

They didn’t, but they pointed me towards some local resources that could help. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

When I finally confronted my parents, I was firm. I told them, “There was no way I was giving up my savings and that if they really wanted to kick me out over this I was ready to leave.”

My dad got furious, accusing me of being selfish and ungrateful. My mom started crying, saying, “She couldn’t believe I was willing to tear this family apart over a little money.”

If it was really little money, why don’t they pay for it then? Sarah, of course, threw a tantrum.

She screamed about, “How I was ruining her life and how I didn’t care about her happiness.” My parents just stood there glaring at me, waiting for me to back down.

But I didn’t. I told them that, “If they wanted me gone I’d be out by the end of the week.”