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A man and a young lady | Source: Shutterstock A man and a young lady | Source: Shutterstock My Late Mom Left Me a Trust Fund, but My Dad Took Money from It for His Stepdaughter — I Finally Retaliated Rita Kumar By Rita Kumar Mar 07, 2025 08:37 A.M. Shareshare-button Share this pen FacebookFacebook XX LinkedInLinkedIn EmailEmail https://thecelebritist.com/my-late-mom-left-me-a-trust-fund-but-my-2/ Copy Link My mom was my everything, and when cancer took her, she left me memories and a lifeline — a trust fund meant for my future. When my dad greedily started using it for his stepdaughter, it felt like he was erasing Mom’s memory piece by piece. I couldn’t let him take what was left of her or me. Advertisement There’s this thing about losing someone you love — you carry the weight of it forever, even if it doesn’t show. I lost my mom to breast cancer when I was ten. One day, she was there, brushing my hair and humming to some old rock song, and the next, she was gone. Just like that. A grieving young woman mourning before a loved one’s grave | Source: Freepik A grieving young woman mourning before a loved one’s grave | Source: Freepik I remember our last conversation like it was yesterday. She was sitting on her hospital bed, her fingers weakly running through my hair. “Promise me something, baby girl,” she whispered. “Anything, Mom,” I said, trying to hold back my tears. “Promise me you’ll never let anyone dim your light. You’re so special, Iris. So incredibly special.” Advertisement A sad woman sitting on a hospital bed | Source: Pexels A sad woman sitting on a hospital bed | Source: Pexels She didn’t leave me with much — just a few photos, the smell of her favorite vanilla perfume lingering on her scarves, and a trust fund she set up for me before she passed. “This is for Iris,” she’d told my dad and my grandparents. “For her education and her future. Promise me she’ll always have it.” They promised. My dad promised too. But promises don’t mean much when someone’s not around to hold you to them. A trust agreement on a table | Source: Midjourney A trust agreement on a table | Source: Midjourney Advertisement My dad remarried two years later. His new wife, Marianne, came with her own baggage: a twelve-year-old daughter named Emily. I didn’t mind at first. Mom was gone, and I thought maybe this could be a new chapter. But I quickly learned how things would work in our house: Emily first, Marianne second, Dad somewhere in the mix, and me? Not even in the picture! An annoyed girl | Source: Pexels An annoyed girl | Source: Pexels It started small. Once, our fridge and shower broke at the same time. Dad took money from the trust fund without my permission to fix them. “I’ll pay it back,” he said like it was no big deal. A week later, he bought Emily a MacBook for her birthday. On mine? A $100 gift card. Advertisement It wasn’t the money — it was the message. Over the years, he kept dipping into the fund for car repairs, home renovations, and things that had nothing to do with me. “It’s just temporary,” he’d always say. But the withdrawals kept piling up, and the “temporary” excuses wore thin. A frustrated teenage girl | Source: Pexels A frustrated teenage girl | Source: Pexels By the time I got to college, I didn’t need the money for tuition because of my scholarship. That didn’t stop him from finding new ways to use it, though. Every time I brought it up, he brushed me off. “Don’t stress, Iris. It’s safe.” Safe. Right. “You understand, don’t you, Iris?” That’s what he’d always say when something I needed got pushed aside for Emily. New clothes for her pageant? Sure. My vacation? Maybe next year. It stung, but I swallowed it down. Advertisement But the swallowing got harder. I’ll never forget the day I realized how much of Mom’s trust fund was gone. It was late one night during my final year of college. I’d overheard Emily talking to her friends about how “Daddy” was covering the cost of her new car. My stomach twisted as I thought about the fund. A delighted woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney A delighted woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney “Can you believe it?” Emily squealed through the thin walls. “A brand new BMW! Daddy said I deserve it for making it to nationals!” My hands trembled as I sat at my desk, memories of Mom’s words echoing in my head: “This is for Iris. For her future.” It had been years since I’d seen the account. My dad had told me not to “stress over it.” But now, something felt off, and I decided to check it. Advertisement I logged into the account, and my heart sank. The numbers didn’t make sense. Thousands were missing. Pageant fees. A water heater. Emily’s car. Every withdrawal was like a punch in the gut. A woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels A woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels By the time I closed my laptop, my hands were shaking. This wasn’t just money. It was Mom’s legacy. She’d trusted Dad to protect it, and he’d drained it like it was his personal wallet. I called my grandma the next morning. “Sweetheart,” she said after I told her everything. “This has gone on long enough. You have to stand up to him.” “I can’t breathe, Grandma,” I sobbed into the phone. “It feels like he’s erasing Mom piece by piece. Like he’s erasing ME.” Advertisement “Oh, my sweet girl,” she whispered. “Your mother would be furious right now. She fought so hard to make sure you’d be taken care of.” “I know,” I cried, my throat tight. “I trusted when he said he’d put the money back. But he’s only been draining Mom’s hard-earned money.” A worried older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney A worried older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney “Your mother was a fighter,” Grandma added. “And so are you. It’s time to show them that.” “I will when the right time comes,” I said, my heart heavy as I hung up. It all came to a head a week later. Graduation was around the corner, and I was finally ready to celebrate after four years of sleepless nights and busted printer deadlines. I called Dad and told him I was graduating on December 20th. I could hear the pause on the other end of the line, long enough for my stomach to drop. Advertisement A woman calling her father | Source: Midjourney A woman calling her father | Source: Midjourney “Oh, December 20th?” he said finally. “That’s when Emily’s pageant is. We’ve already made plans.” “You’re missing my graduation for a pageant?” “Ah, c’mon, Iris. Graduation’s not a big deal. You’ll have more of those. But this pageant? It’s her chance to shine.” I didn’t even realize I was gripping my phone so hard until my fingers started to hurt. “You’re kidding, right?” A woman engrossed in a phonecall | Source: Pexels A woman engrossed in a phonecall | Source: Pexels Advertisement I heard Marianne chime in, her tone dripping with condescension from the background. “Don’t be selfish, Iris. Graduations happen all the time. Emily’s pageant is once-in-a-lifetime.” “Selfish?” I spat. “Dad, this isn’t about being selfish. This is about you choosing Emily over me. Again.” “That’s not fair —” he protested. “Not fair? You want to talk about fair? When was the last time you chose me? When was the last time you even saw me?” A man on a phonecall | Source: Midjourney A man on a phonecall | Source: Midjourney “Of course I see you, Iris.” “No, you DON’T!” The words burst out of me like a dam breaking. “You see Emily. You see her pageants and her dance recitals and her EVERYTHING. But me? I’m just the ghost in the corner. Mom’s leftover that you don’t know what to do with.” Advertisement “Iris, that’s enough!” “No, it’s not enough! It’s never been enough!” I cried, years of hurt pouring out. “Do you know what Mom’s last words to me were? She made me promise not to let anyone dim my light. But you’ve been doing exactly that for years, Dad. Years!” A furious woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels A furious woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels He sighed like I was being unreasonable. “We’ll celebrate when we’re back. I promise.” The word “promise” hit me like a slap. “Your promises don’t mean anything anymore,” I whispered. “They haven’t since Mom died.” I hung up without saying goodbye. My grandparents, at least, showed up for my graduation. Seeing their proud faces in the crowd made the day feel a little less lonely. They hugged me so tightly afterward, reminding me that someone still cared. I was happy, but I had one last thing to do. Advertisement A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney The next day, I walked into Dad’s office with the account statements in hand. My stomach was doing backflips, but I couldn’t let that stop me. “We need to talk,” I said, shutting the door behind me and dropping the papers on his desk. Dad looked up from his computer, frowning. “What’s this?” “The trust fund statement. Mom’s trust fund. The one you’ve been draining for years.” His face paled, but he tried to play it off. “Iris, come on. Everything I’ve spent was for the family. You’ve never needed it. You had a scholarship.” “That money wasn’t for the family,” I cut in. “It was for ME. For MY future. And you spent it on Emily. Don’t even try to deny it. The statements don’t lie.” Advertisement A stack of documents on a table | Source: Midjourney A stack of documents on a table | Source: Midjourney “You don’t understand what it’s like,” he stood up, his voice rising. “Being a father, trying to blend two families —” “And you don’t understand what it’s like watching your father erase every trace of your mother!” I shot back. “That money was the last thing she could give me, and you treated it like your personal ATM!” He leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. “I did what I had to do.” “No,” I said, standing my ground. “You did what was convenient for you. And now you’re going to pay it back. Every penny.” His laugh was bitter. “And if I don’t?” Advertisement “Then I’ll sue you.” A woman crossing her arms and pointing her finger at someone | Source: Pexels A woman crossing her arms and pointing her finger at someone | Source: Pexels The room went silent. For the first time in my life, I saw real fear in his eyes. “You wouldn’t,” he said finally. “Mom always said I had her backbone,” I replied. “Maybe it’s time you remembered that.” The fallout was as messy as I expected. My stepmom and stepsister called me, yelling through the phone. “How could you do this, Iris?” Marianne’s voice was shrill like I had personally burned their house down. “Do what?” I said, gripping my phone tighter. “Stand up for myself? Demand the respect I’ve never gotten from you people?” Advertisement An annoyed senior woman | Source: Midjourney An annoyed senior woman | Source: Midjourney “Don’t make this about you,” she snapped. “You’re punishing us because we couldn’t be in two places at once. You know how much Emily’s pageant meant to her!” “And my graduation didn’t mean anything to you,” I fired back. “I’ve had enough, Marianne. I’m done.” “How dare you? After everything we’ve done for you?” “Done for me?” I laughed hollowly. “What exactly have you done except try to replace everything about Mom?” A young woman laughing | Source: Midjourney A young woman laughing | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “I tried to be a mother to you!” “No,” I snapped. “You tried to erase my mother. There’s a difference.” She called me a “selfish” brat. But I didn’t back down. Under the U.S. law, she and Dad had no leg to stand on. My grandparents helped me draft the legal documents, and by the time I handed them over, Dad knew he was out of options. 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She wrapped her cardigan around my shoulders, and it smelled like Mom’s vanilla perfume. “I didn’t feel strong,” I admitted, staring at the stars. “I just felt angry.” “Sometimes, anger is what we need to get moving,” she said with a smile. “Your mother… she knew this might happen, you know. That’s why she made us promise to watch over you.” “She did?” “Oh yes. She said, ‘My Iris might bend, but she’ll never break.’ She knew exactly who you were, sweetheart.” I handed her a check the next day, a portion of the repaid money. She tried to refuse it, but I insisted. “You and Grandpa have done more for me than anyone else ever has. Please. Let me do this.” A woman holding a check | Source: Midjourney A woman holding a check | Source: Midjourney Advertisement She hugged me so tightly that I thought I might break. “We’re so proud of you. And your mom… oh, she would be over the moon.” With the rest of the money, I enrolled in grad school and got my own apartment. It wasn’t fancy, but it was mine. One night, as I unpacked some boxes, I came across an old photo of Mom and me. She was holding me in her lap, her smile soft and warm. “I did it, Mom,” I whispered, running my fingers over the photo. “I kept my promise. I didn’t let them dim my light.” A woman holding an old photograph | Source: Midjourney A woman holding an old photograph | Source: Midjourney My phone buzzed with a message from Dad. But I didn’t open it. Advertisement Instead, I texted Grandma: “I think I’m finally free.” Her reply was immediate: “You are, sweetheart. You are. Your mother is probably dancing in heaven right now.” I set the phone aside and smiled, my eyes misty. For the first time in years, I felt like I was finally living for me. Living how Mom had always wanted me to… bright and unafraid. 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Val Kilmer & Cher Separated, but Decades Later, She Cared for Him During His Cancer Battle – Inside Their Love Story

Cher and Val Kilmer developed a deep connection despite the gap in their ages. Even after they separated, their bond remained so strong that when he fell ill, she offered him a gesture he couldn’t refuse.

According to his daughter, Mercedes Kilmer, her father, Val Kilmer, died on April 1, 2025, from pneumonia. Before his passing in Los Angeles, the actor had been diagnosed with throat cancer in 2014. This was a diagnosis he later overcame, though not without the support of a former partner who became a cherished friend.

 

The Former Couple’s Relationship

 

Cher, a singer, actress, and producer, met Val in the early 1980s at a birthday party hosted by a mutual friend. In his book, “I’m Your Huckleberry: A Memoir,” Val recalled dining alone in a Manhattan restaurant when that same friend approached him.

The unnamed friend told him someone wanted to meet him. When he asked who, she replied, Cher. Shocked, he spat out his food and exclaimed, “No!” He initially resisted the introduction, thinking they had nothing in common.

Cher and Val Kilmer chatting and laughing at the 36th Annual Tony Awards Party on June 6, 1982 | Source: Getty Images

Cher and Val Kilmer chatting and laughing at the 36th Annual Tony Awards Party on June 6, 1982 | Source: Getty Images

Still, the friend urged him to meet her, insisting, “Her real personality is different than her TV personality. I guarantee, she’s the funniest person you’ll ever meet.” Cher, meanwhile, recalled their mutual pal saying, “I invited this guy and I think either you or my friend who’s an editor will like him.”

They eventually met at another restaurant, this time with ten people at the table. Val agreed to attend only after being told he could leave if he didn’t find the singer, born May 20, 1946, and turning 79 in 2025, interesting. But he did and so he stayed.

A promotional portrait of Cher for "The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour" on June 7, 1970 | Source: Getty Images

A promotional portrait of Cher for “The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour” on June 7, 1970 | Source: Getty Images

Val found her “hysterically funny” and ended up giving her a ride home on his Harley Davidson. Before their relationship blossomed, lasting over a year, he once took her to see a Japanese version of “Macbeth.” She thought he was eccentric and believed, like he did, that they were incompatible.

At the time, he was around 21, and she was in her mid-30s—though she looked younger than him. The age gap was a significant hurdle back then. Cher explained that dating older men wasn’t viable, and without younger suitors, she might not have dated at all.

Cher and actor Val Kilmer at the 36th Annual Tony Awards after-party at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York City | Source: Getty Images

Cher and actor Val Kilmer at the 36th Annual Tony Awards after-party at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel in New York City | Source: Getty Images

She found that younger men were more confident and less intimidated by older women, while men her own age showed little interest. Cher and Val bonded over their shared sense of humor and soon became close friends. When he first began spending the night, it was purely platonic.

They became so close that they gave each other nicknames. Since he didn’t want to shout “Cher,” and she didn’t want to call out “Val,” they dubbed themselves Sid and Ethel. They also jokingly referred to themselves as Valus Maximus and Cherus Reprimandus, the latter reflecting her role in the household.

Val Kilmer and Cher hold hands | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer and Cher hold hands | Source: Getty Images

Eventually, they began dating, with Val becoming completely enamored with her. During their time together, he often shared his dreams. One New Year’s Eve, they chose to stay in, and Val brought art supplies to the house. They spent the evening creating art with her children, a night Cher called the best New Year’s Eve of her life.

She fondly remembered how well he treated her children. An example of this is how he allowed her then-nine-year-old son, Elijah, to drive his truck on his property. She fondly described Val as a free spirit who always pushed boundaries.

Cher, Elijah Blue Allman, and Val Kilmer at Academy Awards circa 1980 | Source: Getty Images

Cher, Elijah Blue Allman, and Val Kilmer at Academy Awards circa 1980 | Source: Getty Images

They experienced both highs and lows because, as Cher put it, they were “both Alpha males” who refused to compromise their individuality. Nonetheless, Val was supportive, even helping her with her screen test for “Mask” and boosting her confidence.

She said their shared humor and mutual tolerance were greater than what she had with any other man. The vocalist revealed, “He would just go off and do his own thing and you just had to be prepared. And he was so beautiful. It went from madly in love and laughing hysterically to respecting each other’s ability.”

Cher, her children, and Val Kilmer at the "Little Shop of Horrors" showing on September 2, 1982, in New York City | Source: Getty Images

Cher, her children, and Val Kilmer at the “Little Shop of Horrors” showing on September 2, 1982, in New York City | Source: Getty Images

In an interview on “The Howard Stern Show,” Cher admitted her enduring feelings for Val, while revealing “he left.” She accepted the end of their relationship, explaining that some people are only meant to be in our lives for a season. Still, she cared for him when he became sick.

Val Kilmer and Cher at the "Grease II" Premiere Party on June 9, 1982, in New York City | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer and Cher at the “Grease II” Premiere Party on June 9, 1982, in New York City | Source: Getty Images

 

Taking Care of Val in His Time of Need

 

The pair remained close friends after their breakup, with Cher remembering how the actor spent much of his illness at her home. Though they never formally ended their relationship, their friendship only grew stronger.

She admired his bravery during his illness and saw how much he suffered. In his memoir, Val wrote that after discovering a lump in his throat—which was later confirmed to be cancer—Cher stepped in to care for him. Following the 2008 financial crisis, Val was forced to sell his New Mexico property and rent a cottage on the Malibu coast.

Val Kilmer and Cher at the Academy Awards in Los Angeles on April 11, 1983 | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer and Cher at the Academy Awards in Los Angeles on April 11, 1983 | Source: Getty Images

As his breathing troubles worsened, Cher invited him to stay in her guesthouse. They spent time talking about politics and poetry, with Val describing her as the best company. On one occasion, he became so ill he coughed up blood.

After praying, he called 911 and then Cher. Despite the frightening situation, the two couldn’t help but laugh as they noticed how attractive one of the paramedics were! They burst into audible laughter until an oxygen mask cut him off!

Val Kilmer and Cher at the 55th Academy Awards in Los Angeles, California, on April 11, 1983 | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer and Cher at the 55th Academy Awards in Los Angeles, California, on April 11, 1983 | Source: Getty Images

When she later told him she had watched his 2021 documentary, “Val,” he replied, “Sid, it’s you.” Cher applauded his creativity and courage in creating the film. She called him an artist, though she also described him as a “brat”—something she forgave.

The songstress said she forgave everything he did, and even when she was upset, there was still joy between them. She admitted that if he ever called, she would be there, no matter where she was.

Val Kilmer and Cher at a Bette Midler Video Party on January 9, 1984 | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer and Cher at a Bette Midler Video Party on January 9, 1984 | Source: Getty Images

Cher revealed she still loved him and once wrote to him saying, “Valus Maximus, I’m sorry if I did anything to [expletive] you off or hurt your feelings. I love you and your documentary was all things… I love the things that [expletive] me off, the things that made me hysterical, amazed, hurt, astonished, etc. You are brave and beyond brilliant. Ethel.”

She described him as a Renaissance man who never let illness stop him. Calling his documentary an “extension of his art and his life,” she admired how he openly revealed even the most difficult moments, wanting fans to know the real him. Unfortunately, his health continued to decline, though he found love again after Cher.

Cher and Val Kilmer in an unspecified photo | Source: Getty Images

Cher and Val Kilmer in an unspecified photo | Source: Getty Images

 

The Mother of His Children

 

Before meeting his ex-wife Joanne Whalley, Val had a dream in which he met the woman he was meant to be with. Inspired, he woke up and wrote a poem titled “We’ve Just Met but Marry Me Please.”

Soon after, he attended a play in London where Joanne performed. Captivated, he followed her to a pub after-party just to look at her. He didn’t speak to her, but fate intervened.

Val Kilmer and Joanne Whalley at the "Hurlyburly" Opening Night Party on November 16, 1988, in Century City, California | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer and Joanne Whalley at the “Hurlyburly” Opening Night Party on November 16, 1988, in Century City, California | Source: Getty Images

In 1987, two years later, Joanne was cast opposite Val in “Willow,” and they eventually married and welcomed children. Their marriage eventually ended and his later cancer diagnosis robbed him of his speech, before he got help.

Val Kilmer, Joanne Whalley, and Mercedes Kilmer at a preview performance of the Broadway play "Death and the Maiden" on February 20, 1992, in New York City | Source: Getty Images

Val Kilmer, Joanne Whalley, and Mercedes Kilmer at a preview performance of the Broadway play “Death and the Maiden” on February 20, 1992, in New York City | Source: Getty Images

 

The Effects of Cancer and Val’s Recovery

 

In a 2020 interview, it was revealed that Val no longer sounded like himself following a long absence from Hollywood. After undergoing a tracheostomy in 2015, he permanently lost his voice, which severely impacted his acting career.

He remained voiceless until late 2020, when Sonantic, a UK-based voice cloning software company, helped him recreate his voice. The technology is so advanced that it became difficult to tell the difference between his real and artificial voice.

He made a comeback in 2022 with “Top Gun: Maverick.” By forcing air through his windpipe, he managed to make himself somewhat understood. The air passed through the hole in his throat where the tracheostomy tube was inserted.

The resulting sound was described as “something between a squeak and a voiceless roar.” Val said endless vocal exercises that he practiced during his time at Juilliard helped him talk.

He explained that he learned to control his voice “like it was a trumpet.” Though he disliked the strict rules and voice exercises at Juilliard, they paid off in the end. By the next year, six years after his diagnosis, he had undergone radiation, chemotherapy, and the tracheostomy but was finally cancer-free at age 61.

He also released the documentary that Cher so admired. “Val” became a family project, with his children Jack and Mercedes Kilmer helping him produce it. In the film, Val declared, “Now that it’s more difficult to speak, I want to tell my story more than ever.”

He added, “I obviously am sounding much worse than I feel.” The star confessed, “I can’t speak without plugging this hole [in his throat]. You have to make the choice to breathe or to eat.” At the time, he was being fed through a tube. He noted, “It’s an obstacle that is very present with whoever sees me.”

Jack narrated much of the documentary by reading his father’s words. The film received a standing ovation at the Cannes Film Festival.

Jack and Mercedes Kilmer at the "Val" photocall during the 74th annual Cannes Film Festival on July 7, 2021, in Cannes, France | Source: Getty Images

Jack and Mercedes Kilmer at the “Val” photocall during the 74th annual Cannes Film Festival on July 7, 2021, in Cannes, France | Source: Getty Images

Co-directors Leo Scott and Ting Poo were inspired by Val Kilmer’s vast archive of personal footage and chose to work with him after getting to know him. Leo said, “We approached him three years ago,” recalling their work together on “Cinema Twain,” other projects, and archiving his footage.

After learning of her dear friend’s passing at 65, born on December 31, 1959, Cher posted a heartfelt tribute on X. Referring to their nicknames, she wrote, “VALUS Will miss u,U Were Funny,crazy,pain in the [expletive],GREAT FRIEND,kids. U, BRILLIANT as Mark Twain, BRAVE here during ur sickness.”

Cher and Val shared a rare connection—one that began with friendship, deepened through love, and endured through life’s challenges. His passing marks the end of a remarkable life, but their story remains a testament to enduring friendship and heartfelt devotion.

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A man and a young lady | Source: Shutterstock A man and a young lady | Source: Shutterstock My Late Mom Left Me a Trust Fund, but My Dad Took Money from It for His Stepdaughter — I Finally Retaliated Rita Kumar By Rita Kumar Mar 07, 2025 08:37 A.M. Shareshare-button Share this pen FacebookFacebook XX LinkedInLinkedIn EmailEmail https://thecelebritist.com/my-late-mom-left-me-a-trust-fund-but-my-2/ Copy Link My mom was my everything, and when cancer took her, she left me memories and a lifeline — a trust fund meant for my future. When my dad greedily started using it for his stepdaughter, it felt like he was erasing Mom’s memory piece by piece. I couldn’t let him take what was left of her or me. Advertisement There’s this thing about losing someone you love — you carry the weight of it forever, even if it doesn’t show. I lost my mom to breast cancer when I was ten. One day, she was there, brushing my hair and humming to some old rock song, and the next, she was gone. Just like that. A grieving young woman mourning before a loved one’s grave | Source: Freepik A grieving young woman mourning before a loved one’s grave | Source: Freepik I remember our last conversation like it was yesterday. She was sitting on her hospital bed, her fingers weakly running through my hair. “Promise me something, baby girl,” she whispered. “Anything, Mom,” I said, trying to hold back my tears. “Promise me you’ll never let anyone dim your light. You’re so special, Iris. So incredibly special.” Advertisement A sad woman sitting on a hospital bed | Source: Pexels A sad woman sitting on a hospital bed | Source: Pexels She didn’t leave me with much — just a few photos, the smell of her favorite vanilla perfume lingering on her scarves, and a trust fund she set up for me before she passed. “This is for Iris,” she’d told my dad and my grandparents. “For her education and her future. Promise me she’ll always have it.” They promised. My dad promised too. But promises don’t mean much when someone’s not around to hold you to them. A trust agreement on a table | Source: Midjourney A trust agreement on a table | Source: Midjourney Advertisement My dad remarried two years later. His new wife, Marianne, came with her own baggage: a twelve-year-old daughter named Emily. I didn’t mind at first. Mom was gone, and I thought maybe this could be a new chapter. But I quickly learned how things would work in our house: Emily first, Marianne second, Dad somewhere in the mix, and me? Not even in the picture! An annoyed girl | Source: Pexels An annoyed girl | Source: Pexels It started small. Once, our fridge and shower broke at the same time. Dad took money from the trust fund without my permission to fix them. “I’ll pay it back,” he said like it was no big deal. A week later, he bought Emily a MacBook for her birthday. On mine? A $100 gift card. Advertisement It wasn’t the money — it was the message. Over the years, he kept dipping into the fund for car repairs, home renovations, and things that had nothing to do with me. “It’s just temporary,” he’d always say. But the withdrawals kept piling up, and the “temporary” excuses wore thin. A frustrated teenage girl | Source: Pexels A frustrated teenage girl | Source: Pexels By the time I got to college, I didn’t need the money for tuition because of my scholarship. That didn’t stop him from finding new ways to use it, though. Every time I brought it up, he brushed me off. “Don’t stress, Iris. It’s safe.” Safe. Right. “You understand, don’t you, Iris?” That’s what he’d always say when something I needed got pushed aside for Emily. New clothes for her pageant? Sure. My vacation? Maybe next year. It stung, but I swallowed it down. Advertisement But the swallowing got harder. I’ll never forget the day I realized how much of Mom’s trust fund was gone. It was late one night during my final year of college. I’d overheard Emily talking to her friends about how “Daddy” was covering the cost of her new car. My stomach twisted as I thought about the fund. A delighted woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney A delighted woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney “Can you believe it?” Emily squealed through the thin walls. “A brand new BMW! Daddy said I deserve it for making it to nationals!” My hands trembled as I sat at my desk, memories of Mom’s words echoing in my head: “This is for Iris. For her future.” It had been years since I’d seen the account. My dad had told me not to “stress over it.” But now, something felt off, and I decided to check it. Advertisement I logged into the account, and my heart sank. The numbers didn’t make sense. Thousands were missing. Pageant fees. A water heater. Emily’s car. Every withdrawal was like a punch in the gut. A woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels A woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels By the time I closed my laptop, my hands were shaking. This wasn’t just money. It was Mom’s legacy. She’d trusted Dad to protect it, and he’d drained it like it was his personal wallet. I called my grandma the next morning. “Sweetheart,” she said after I told her everything. “This has gone on long enough. You have to stand up to him.” “I can’t breathe, Grandma,” I sobbed into the phone. “It feels like he’s erasing Mom piece by piece. Like he’s erasing ME.” Advertisement “Oh, my sweet girl,” she whispered. “Your mother would be furious right now. She fought so hard to make sure you’d be taken care of.” “I know,” I cried, my throat tight. “I trusted when he said he’d put the money back. But he’s only been draining Mom’s hard-earned money.” A worried older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney A worried older woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney “Your mother was a fighter,” Grandma added. “And so are you. It’s time to show them that.” “I will when the right time comes,” I said, my heart heavy as I hung up. It all came to a head a week later. Graduation was around the corner, and I was finally ready to celebrate after four years of sleepless nights and busted printer deadlines. I called Dad and told him I was graduating on December 20th. I could hear the pause on the other end of the line, long enough for my stomach to drop. Advertisement A woman calling her father | Source: Midjourney A woman calling her father | Source: Midjourney “Oh, December 20th?” he said finally. “That’s when Emily’s pageant is. We’ve already made plans.” “You’re missing my graduation for a pageant?” “Ah, c’mon, Iris. Graduation’s not a big deal. You’ll have more of those. But this pageant? It’s her chance to shine.” I didn’t even realize I was gripping my phone so hard until my fingers started to hurt. “You’re kidding, right?” A woman engrossed in a phonecall | Source: Pexels A woman engrossed in a phonecall | Source: Pexels Advertisement I heard Marianne chime in, her tone dripping with condescension from the background. “Don’t be selfish, Iris. Graduations happen all the time. Emily’s pageant is once-in-a-lifetime.” “Selfish?” I spat. “Dad, this isn’t about being selfish. This is about you choosing Emily over me. Again.” “That’s not fair —” he protested. “Not fair? You want to talk about fair? When was the last time you chose me? When was the last time you even saw me?” A man on a phonecall | Source: Midjourney A man on a phonecall | Source: Midjourney “Of course I see you, Iris.” “No, you DON’T!” The words burst out of me like a dam breaking. “You see Emily. You see her pageants and her dance recitals and her EVERYTHING. But me? I’m just the ghost in the corner. Mom’s leftover that you don’t know what to do with.” Advertisement “Iris, that’s enough!” “No, it’s not enough! It’s never been enough!” I cried, years of hurt pouring out. “Do you know what Mom’s last words to me were? She made me promise not to let anyone dim my light. But you’ve been doing exactly that for years, Dad. Years!” A furious woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels A furious woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels He sighed like I was being unreasonable. “We’ll celebrate when we’re back. I promise.” The word “promise” hit me like a slap. “Your promises don’t mean anything anymore,” I whispered. “They haven’t since Mom died.” I hung up without saying goodbye. My grandparents, at least, showed up for my graduation. Seeing their proud faces in the crowd made the day feel a little less lonely. They hugged me so tightly afterward, reminding me that someone still cared. I was happy, but I had one last thing to do. Advertisement A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney The next day, I walked into Dad’s office with the account statements in hand. My stomach was doing backflips, but I couldn’t let that stop me. “We need to talk,” I said, shutting the door behind me and dropping the papers on his desk. Dad looked up from his computer, frowning. “What’s this?” “The trust fund statement. Mom’s trust fund. The one you’ve been draining for years.” His face paled, but he tried to play it off. “Iris, come on. Everything I’ve spent was for the family. You’ve never needed it. You had a scholarship.” “That money wasn’t for the family,” I cut in. “It was for ME. For MY future. And you spent it on Emily. Don’t even try to deny it. The statements don’t lie.” Advertisement A stack of documents on a table | Source: Midjourney A stack of documents on a table | Source: Midjourney “You don’t understand what it’s like,” he stood up, his voice rising. “Being a father, trying to blend two families —” “And you don’t understand what it’s like watching your father erase every trace of your mother!” I shot back. “That money was the last thing she could give me, and you treated it like your personal ATM!” He leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. “I did what I had to do.” “No,” I said, standing my ground. “You did what was convenient for you. And now you’re going to pay it back. Every penny.” His laugh was bitter. “And if I don’t?” Advertisement “Then I’ll sue you.” A woman crossing her arms and pointing her finger at someone | Source: Pexels A woman crossing her arms and pointing her finger at someone | Source: Pexels The room went silent. For the first time in my life, I saw real fear in his eyes. “You wouldn’t,” he said finally. “Mom always said I had her backbone,” I replied. “Maybe it’s time you remembered that.” The fallout was as messy as I expected. My stepmom and stepsister called me, yelling through the phone. “How could you do this, Iris?” Marianne’s voice was shrill like I had personally burned their house down. “Do what?” I said, gripping my phone tighter. “Stand up for myself? Demand the respect I’ve never gotten from you people?” Advertisement An annoyed senior woman | Source: Midjourney An annoyed senior woman | Source: Midjourney “Don’t make this about you,” she snapped. “You’re punishing us because we couldn’t be in two places at once. You know how much Emily’s pageant meant to her!” “And my graduation didn’t mean anything to you,” I fired back. “I’ve had enough, Marianne. I’m done.” “How dare you? After everything we’ve done for you?” “Done for me?” I laughed hollowly. “What exactly have you done except try to replace everything about Mom?” A young woman laughing | Source: Midjourney A young woman laughing | Source: Midjourney Advertisement “I tried to be a mother to you!” “No,” I snapped. “You tried to erase my mother. There’s a difference.” She called me a “selfish” brat. But I didn’t back down. Under the U.S. law, she and Dad had no leg to stand on. My grandparents helped me draft the legal documents, and by the time I handed them over, Dad knew he was out of options. Read also Stories My Late Mom Left Me a Trust Fund, but My Dad Took Money from It for His Stepdaughter — I Finally Retaliated January 28, 2025 Stories 4 Times Entitled People Demanded or Took What Wasn’t Theirs and Got What They Deserved January 09, 2025 Evil Stepmothers Who Met Their Match: Stories of Karma Catching Up in the Most Unexpected Ways November 29, 2024 A month later, the money was back in my account. They’d taken out loans to do it, but that wasn’t my problem. I moved out the next week and settled into my grandparents’ house temporarily. It felt good to be somewhere warm and safe for once. A woman with a suitcase and bag | Source: Pexels A woman with a suitcase and bag | Source: Pexels Advertisement “You’ve always been stronger than you think, Iris,” Grandma said one night as we sat on the porch. She wrapped her cardigan around my shoulders, and it smelled like Mom’s vanilla perfume. “I didn’t feel strong,” I admitted, staring at the stars. “I just felt angry.” “Sometimes, anger is what we need to get moving,” she said with a smile. “Your mother… she knew this might happen, you know. That’s why she made us promise to watch over you.” “She did?” “Oh yes. She said, ‘My Iris might bend, but she’ll never break.’ She knew exactly who you were, sweetheart.” I handed her a check the next day, a portion of the repaid money. She tried to refuse it, but I insisted. “You and Grandpa have done more for me than anyone else ever has. Please. Let me do this.” A woman holding a check | Source: Midjourney A woman holding a check | Source: Midjourney Advertisement She hugged me so tightly that I thought I might break. “We’re so proud of you. And your mom… oh, she would be over the moon.” With the rest of the money, I enrolled in grad school and got my own apartment. It wasn’t fancy, but it was mine. One night, as I unpacked some boxes, I came across an old photo of Mom and me. She was holding me in her lap, her smile soft and warm. “I did it, Mom,” I whispered, running my fingers over the photo. “I kept my promise. I didn’t let them dim my light.” A woman holding an old photograph | Source: Midjourney A woman holding an old photograph | Source: Midjourney My phone buzzed with a message from Dad. But I didn’t open it. Advertisement Instead, I texted Grandma: “I think I’m finally free.” Her reply was immediate: “You are, sweetheart. You are. Your mother is probably dancing in heaven right now.” I set the phone aside and smiled, my eyes misty. For the first time in years, I felt like I was finally living for me. Living how Mom had always wanted me to… bright and unafraid. An emotional young woman | Source: Midjourney An emotional young woman | Source: Midjourney Here’s another story: Just a month after my mother’s death, my father easily moved on and brought his mistress home for Christmas. My heart shattered when he introduced her as my “NEW MOM.” However, it wasn’t the only thing that left me crushed. This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher. 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