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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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Anderson Cooper Never Thought He’d Have Children & at 52 He Became a Dad — Meet His Two Sons

Anderson Cooper Never Thought He’d Have Children & at 52 He Became a Dad — Meet His Two Sons

Anderson Cooper | Anderson Cooper with his son | Source: Getty Images | Instagram/andersoncooper.

At 57, Anderson Cooper says he’s only now beginning to grieve the family he lost decades ago. Becoming a father, he says, has brought him face-to-face with feelings he once avoided.

Anderson Cooper didn’t expect to become a parent in his fifties. But at 52, he welcomed a son through surrogacy, naming him after the father he lost as a child. Two years later, he became a dad again.

Anderson Cooper speaks during The 15th Annual CNN Heroes: All-Star Tribute on December 12, 2021 | Source: Getty Images.

Now, he is raising two young boys in an arrangement that defies convention but works by design. In the process, the writer and producer has learnt to confront parts of his personal history he once left untouched.

Anderson Cooper arrives for the hush money trial of former U.S. President Donald Trump at Manhattan Criminal Court in New York City, on May 16, 2024 | Source Getty Images.

Anderson was twelve years old when he realized he was gay. From that moment on, he believed fatherhood was out of reach. “When I was 12 years old and knew I was gay and thought about my life, it always upset me because I thought, ‘I will never be able to have a kid,'” he would later reveal.

It was a conclusion shaped by the time he grew up in, long before surrogacy and same-sex parenting became part of mainstream public life. He publicly came out decades later, in 2012, in an email to journalist Andrew Sullivan, writing, “I’ve always known I was gay from the time I was a little kid.”.

Still, the idea of having children remained something he never imagined for himself. The change only came in his early fifties, when he decided to pursue fatherhood through surrogacy.

On April 30, 2020, Anderson ended his CNN broadcast with personal news: he had become a father. His son, Wyatt Morgan Cooper, had been born three days earlier, on April 27.

Anderson introduced his son to the public on Instagram. Alongside a picture of the infant, he wrote, “This is Wyatt Cooper. He is three days old. He is named after my father, who died when I was ten.”.

Wyatt weighed 7.2 pounds at birth. His middle name, Morgan, came from Anderson’s mother’s side — a name his parents once considered for him when he was born.

“I recently found a list they made 52 years ago when they were trying to think of names for me,” he continued.

“I am grateful to a remarkable surrogate who carried Wyatt, and watched over him lovingly, and tenderly, and gave birth to him,” he added.

He also acknowledged the surrogate’s husband and children, calling their support an “extraordinary blessing” and adding, “My family is blessed to have this family in our lives.” The post also touched on the family members Anderson wished could have shared the moment.

“I do wish my mom and dad and my brother, Carter, were alive to meet Wyatt,” he wrote. “But I like to believe they can see him. I imagine them all together, arms around each other, smiling and laughing[…] that their love is alive in me and in Wyatt, and that our family continues.”.

Fatherhood brought Anderson a sense of connection he hadn’t expected. As Wyatt grew, Anderson began noticing features that reminded him of his late brother. “I’ve started to realize how much Wyatt looks like Carter, who looked [like] my mom,” he said in 2021.

That resemblance sparked something deeper. Anderson described feeling a renewed bond to them. Raising his children has given Anderson what he described as an extraordinary connection to his loved ones who are no longer alive.

Anderson Cooper, Gloria Vanderbilt, and Carter Cooper in New York City in 1980 | Source: Getty Images.

He spoke about how the experience stirred memories of his childhood and deepened his awareness of family continuity. One example was when he found a set of wooden blocks he and Carter had played with as boys. Seeing Wyatt now building with those same blocks left an impression on him.

“We drew robots on them and stuff,” Anderson recalled of his childhood. “So now to see Wyatt playing with those and building things, it’s crazy.” For Anderson, it was a tangible moment in which the past and present met inside his own home.

From the start, Anderson raised Wyatt alongside his friend and former partner, Benjamin Maisani, with whom he had previously been in a long-term relationship. Although the pair had separated in 2018, they remained close.

Benjamin Maisani and Anderson Cooper pictured on November 2, 2015 in New York City | Source: Getty Images.

By the time Wyatt was 16 months old, their arrangement had settled into a rhythm. Anderson described their dynamic as strong. He considered Benjamin a great parent and said they loved each other as family.

He acknowledged that while they occasionally disagreed on minor parenting decisions — such as when Wyatt should attend swimming class or whether he should wear overalls — those were small “all silly, minor things. We get along great,” he said.

Anderson explained that their decision to co-parent was grounded in mutual respect. Benjamin, for his part, noted, “Anderson has changed a lot since Wyatt arrived. He’s happy and relaxed in a way he’s never been before. Wyatt has grounded him.”.

Nearly two years after welcoming Wyatt, Anderson announced the birth of his second son, Sebastian Luke. The baby was born in February 2022 via surrogate. Anderson introduced him publicly through a photo posted on Instagram with the caption, “Cuddling with Sebastian the day after he was born.”.

This time, Anderson made a change to the naming. Sebastian was given the hyphenated last name Maisani-Cooper. While Anderson had previously referred to Benjamin as a co-parent, this marked a more formal recognition of their commitment as a parenting team.

They continued living together, managing the responsibilities of raising two young boys in a structure built on consistency and mutual involvement. With Sebastian’s birth, their family expanded, but their parenting approach remained the same.

At 57, the father of two has experienced several profound losses over his lifetime. His father, Wyatt Emory Cooper, died in 1978 when Anderson was ten. A decade later, his older brother, Carter, died by suicide at the age of 23. In 2019, his mother, Gloria Vanderbilt, succumbed to stomach cancer at the age of 95.

Swiss-born socialite Gloria Vanderbilt runs down a street with her two sons Anderson Cooper and Carter Vanderbilt Cooper in March 1976 | Source: Getty Images.

For years, Anderson avoided fully confronting the grief tied to those events. That began to change after he became a father. In a 2024 interview on “The Late Show,” Anderson said, “I have lived my life without allowing myself to feel great sadness.”.

He also added that parenting had opened him up emotionally in ways he hadn’t expected. He explained that by avoiding grief for so long, he had also dulled his ability to feel joy. Anderson began speaking more openly about his experiences through his podcast, “All There Is with Anderson Cooper.”.

He has said that talking about grief has helped him feel less alone. Discussing the subject with guests who have experienced their losses, he’s explored what it means to live with grief rather than try to move past it. One idea he referenced was the concept of forming a “companionship with grief,” something he said he now finds meaningful.

Anderson lives with Benjamin and their two sons in New York City and also spends time at their home in Connecticut. Their daily routine involves shared caregiving. In September 2023, Anderson described how they structure their days.

He works nights while Benjamin handles bedtime, and both are up early to start the day with their sons. He added that Benjamin speaks French to the boys. “I have no idea what they’re saying. I think they’re plotting against me,” he joked.

Anderson tries to model his parenting after his late father. Speaking to Stephen Colbert, he explained, “I would like my kids to see me as I saw my dad, who was just a remarkable dad.”.

He recalled how his father treated him and his brother “as little human beings,” letting them be part of adult conversations and making them feel heard. “Every night after dinner, he and I would go off to a pizza place[…] we would sit and talk a little bit,” he narrated.

Anderson said that feeling of being valued left a lasting impression. “It’s a remarkable gift to feel like your voice matters and that somebody sees you and loves you unconditionally,” he stated. Wyatt and Sebastian get along well, said Anderson.

Since introducing them to the public, Anderson has received an outpouring of comments from followers who often point out just how much the boys resemble him. “Wyatt looks just like his daddy. ❤️” commented one Instagrammer, while another one exclaimed, “Wyatt is dada’s twin! 🥰❤️.”.

Anderson and Wyatt Morgan Cooper, dated April 27, 2023 | Source: Instagram/andersoncooper.

One follower wrote, “Wow what a cutie! He is your twin!” while another remarked, “He looks very much like his papi.” One called him a “handsome little man.” The resemblance hasn’t gone unnoticed when it comes to both boys.

Benjamin Maisani and Anderson Cooper pose with their sons, posted on April 27, 2023 | Source: Instagram/andersoncooper.

After Anderson posted photos of Wyatt and Sebastian together, users commented on their shared features, especially their eyes. One wrote, “Their blue eyes like yours so pretty 💙💙,” while another said, “Your twins and they look like you ❤️❤️❤️❤️.” Others simply added, “They are so beautiful.”.

Though the CNN anchor has remained private about many aspects of his personal life, he has continued to share photos of his sons on special occasions. Public responses consistently highlight the visible bond between father and children — something followers have connected with in a deeply personal way.

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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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