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A Year Later: The Final Reckoning
I’ve also started looking for a part-time job to help cover my living expenses. It’s tough balancing work and school, but it feels good to be fully independent.
I’m determined to make it on my own. I’m not going to lie; it’s been a tough few months.
There are days when I miss having a family, even if it was a dysfunctional one. Holidays are especially hard.
So that’s where things stand now. I’m still processing everything that’s happened, but I’m moving forward.
It’s been about a year since my last update, and I can’t believe how much has changed. I want to thank everyone for their continued support throughout this journey.
Your encouragement has meant more than you know. After the restraining order hearing, things were quiet for a while.
I thought maybe my family had finally gotten the message. But you know what they say about the calm before the storm.
About 3 months ago, I got an unexpected call from my uncle, my dad’s brother. We’d never been close, but he sounded genuinely concerned.
He told me that things had spiraled out of control with my parents and Sarah. Apparently, Sarah had gotten involved with some shady people and owed them a lot of money.
My parents, in their infinite wisdom, had taken out a second mortgage on the house to try to pay off her debts. But it wasn’t enough.
One night, these people Sarah owed money to showed up at my parents’ house. Things got ugly.
My uncle didn’t have all the details, but he said the police were involved and my dad ended up in the hospital with a broken arm. Here’s where it gets really messed up.
My parents, despite everything, are still trying to protect Sarah. They told the police it was just a random break-in, but word got out in the family about what really happened.
A few days after my uncle’s call, I started getting messages from my parents again. I unblocked them, as they are still my parents.
Big mistake. They were begging me to come home, saying they needed my help.
They even tried to guilt me by saying that, “If I’d just given them the money when they asked none of this would have happened.”
Can you believe it? They’re still trying to make this my fault somehow.
I ignored their messages. I’ve also managed to save up enough to move out of my friend’s house into a better apartment in a more secure building.
It’s a bit further from campus but worth it for the peace of mind. But then Sarah showed up at my apartment, ignoring the restraining order.
I have no idea how she found out where I live, as I had moved there recently. She was a mess, crying, begging for money, saying she was in danger.
I told her, “To leave or I’d call the cops.”
She screamed that, “I was killing her and that if anything happened to her it would be my fault.”
It was awful. I called my lawyer right after that, and we’re in the process of extending the restraining order to include my current address.
I’ve also had to inform my landlord and neighbors about the situation just in case Sarah or my parents try anything. On top of all this drama, I found out through the other family members that my parents have been telling everyone that I’m the one who got Sarah into trouble.
They’re claiming I introduced her to these shady people and that I owe them money, too. It’s complete nonsense, but some relatives are believing it.
I’ve had to block a bunch of people on social media because of the hateful messages I was getting. I’ve also made some great friends over the past year; they’ve become like a chosen family to me.
We’re even planning a celebration together. As for the latest updates with my parents and Sarah, I’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re facing foreclosure on the house.
Part of me feels bad for them, but a bigger part knows that they brought this on themselves. I can’t help but think about how different things could have been if they just respected my boundaries and treated me fairly.
