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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. 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Val Kilmer Sold His Ranch & Once Lived in a Guest House – Photos of His Home Life Before Death at 65

Val Kilmer Sold His Ranch & Once Lived in a Guest House – Photos of His Home Life Before Death at 65

Before passing at 65, the movie star’s life was as complex and multifaceted as his storied career. His personal space was a sanctuary for the actor, who was both a leading man and a reclusive figure.

Val Kilmer, known for his iconic role as Batman, found solace in the quiet comfort of his ranch life, which contrasted with the intense spotlight of his Hollywood fame. The actor later sold his ranch, which reflected his more private and introspective side, and once lived in a guest house.

Val Kilmer visits the United Nations headquarters in New York City to promote the 17 Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs) initiative, on July 20, 2019 | Source: Getty Images.

Kilmer’s home, Pecos River Ranch in Santa Fe, New Mexico, was a carefully crafted retreat that reflected his deep appreciation for art, culture, and history.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

He purchased the property in 1991, drawn to its breathtaking views of the Sangre de Cristo and Jemez mountains. The sprawling retreat was located southeast of Santa Fe and embraced the rugged beauty of the region.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

Covering nearly 6,000 acres, the property was a haven of canyons, pine forests, and winding waterways. The highlight was the Pecos River, which ran nearly six miles through the estate and offered prime trout fishing.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

The ranch’s centerpiece was a 5,591-square-foot adobe-style main house, built in 1978 and designed in the classic Southwestern tradition. It featured four bedrooms and embodied a rustic elegance that blended seamlessly with the surrounding landscape.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

In addition to the main residence, the property included multiple guest houses, barns, garages, and outbuildings, providing ample space for visitors and staff. A separate 1,464-square-foot caretaker’s home was also designed in the Southwestern style.

The area where Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch is located, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

A true equestrian’s dream, the ranch housed 22 horses, with dedicated stalls for up to ten and extensive fenced pastures for grazing. The land’s vastness and natural beauty made it an ideal location for horseback riding.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

The property was conveniently located, just eight miles from Pecos, 22 miles from Santa Fe, and about 90 miles from Albuquerque. It was accessible via the Santa Fe County Airport and the Albuquerque International Airport, making it both a secluded escape and an easily reachable destination.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

Kilmer’s ranch was more than just a home, as he divulged, “For over a decade, I searched for a property that embodies the alluring natural majesty and splendor of the Southwest. My search finally ended here, at the Pecos River Ranch. It’s impossible to put into words the beauty and power of this land.”.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

The “Tombstone” star undertook a “Pueblo-style” renovation of a 1970s house, transforming the house in the ranch into a space that blended traditional Southwestern elements with personal touches.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

He and his then-wife, British actress Joanne Whalley, expanded the home to over 4,200 square feet. The result was a home that felt both rustic and soulful.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

The living room featured a mix of global and Indigenous influences, with a carved totem from New Guinea beside a classic kiva-style fireplace.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

A Papago cradle basket rested atop an armoire, while handcrafted Mexican church candles added warmth and character. Kilmer sought the expertise of Nathalie Kent to help curate the interiors, admiring her ability to balance “fun and soul” in her designs.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

Throughout the house, Navajo rugs and Pueblo hand drums brought a sense of regional authenticity, while Cheyenne and Sioux knife cases from the 1880s highlighted the entrance hall.

The dining room showcased handcrafted furniture by Limbert, with a table set with Navajo sterling silver flatware and silver candlesticks by Jennifer Graham. An antique antler chandelier cast a soft, atmospheric glow, adding what Kilmer described as a “real feeling of mystery.”.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

The library, another standout feature of the home, was expanded by extending the fireplace wall. Inside, an oil painting by Jozef Bakos hung prominently, and a Moroccan star-shaped table displayed a collection of African hand axes, hammers, and other tools.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

Kilmer’s master bedroom continued the home’s Southwestern aesthetic, featuring a traditional coved ceiling with exposed vigas. The bed was draped in antique lace, complemented by Navajo rugs. Kilmer noted, “Santa Fe has always been a cultural center.”.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated June 9, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Famous_Entertainment.

Inside Val Kilmer’s home in Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated August 3, 2021 | Source: Youtube/@IGNMovieTrailers.

Outside, the garden, designed by Ben Haggard, was landscaped with native plants, embracing Santa Fe’s natural beauty. Kilmer often spoke about how Santa Fe’s environment felt “exposing” in a positive way, allowing him to connect deeply with his surroundings.

When not filming, most of his time was spent in this home, which served as a sanctuary. Additionally, the actor enjoyed various outdoor activities while at the ranch.

Fishing was one of the most prized experiences on the ranch, with Pecos River offering an excellent habitat for the rare native Pecos River strain of the Rio Grande cutthroat.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated January 20, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Oscars.

The ranch was also a prime location for hunting, with opportunities to track elk and deer in the sprawling pine forests and canyons. Game bird hunting was another option, with species like Merriam’s turkey, mallards, Canada geese, pintail ducks, and teal calling the property home.

If Kilmer preferred to observe rather than hunt, birdwatching on the ranch would have been just as rewarding, with a diverse array of raptors, songbirds, and other wildlife to admire.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated January 20, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Oscars.

With its open pastures and rugged trails, Kilmer could have taken advantage of the terrain for mountain biking and hiking, immersing himself in the untamed beauty of the land.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated January 20, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Oscars.

While the ranch provided adventure, Santa Fe was just a short drive away. Kilmer could have explored the city’s renowned art galleries, museums, and historic sites or enjoyed its diverse dining and shopping options.

The outdoor views of Val Kilmer’s Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated January 20, 2022 | Source: Youtube/@Oscars.

In 2011, the “Batman Forever” star decided to downsize, selling most of his expansive 5,328-acre Pecos River Ranch. The property was first listed for $33 million in 2009.

His attorney, Ralph H. Scheuer, noted that while the property was listed, several contingencies had to be met before a sale could be finalized. Eventually, two years after its first listing, it sold for a reduced price of $18.5 million to a Texas oil and gas executive and his wife.

Despite parting with the majority of the land, Kilmer retained 14 acres, though it was unclear at the time whether he planned to remain in the area. However, his ranch had previously drawn media attention when reports surfaced that he owed nearly $500,000 in back taxes to the IRS.

A lien had been placed on several of his properties, including the Pecos River Ranch, adding financial strain to the actor’s situation. The land sale likely provided him with some financial relief while allowing him to hold onto a portion of the place he had called home.

Val Kilmer and his kids at his Pecos River Ranch, from a post dated December 22, 2017 | Source: Youtube/@hollywoodreporter.

In his 2021 memoir, “I’m Your Huckleberry,” Kilmer revealed that the 2008 financial crisis significantly impacted his finances, ultimately forcing him to sell his beloved ranch. After parting with the property, he relocated to the Malibu coast and rented a secluded cottage.

In the memoir, Kilmer, who was diagnosed with throat cancer in 2015, also shared about how he ended up staying in a guest house. As his health deteriorated, Kilmer found support from his longtime friend and former partner, Cher.

Cher and Val Kilmer arrive at the 56th Academy Awards in Silkwood, on April 9, 1984 | Source: Getty Images.

She welcomed him into her guest house, ensuring he had a comfortable place to recover. He later shared in his memoir that one particularly frightening night at her home made him realize the seriousness of his illness.

Val Kilmer and Cher on January 9, 1984 | Source: Getty Images.

He penned, “One night I suddenly awoke vomiting blood that covered the bed like a scene out of ‘The Godfather.’ I prayed immediately, then called 911. Then alerted my hostess. Cher stepped in and stepped up.”.

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

While Kilmer eventually overcame the disease, the journey took a toll on his health and lifestyle. The battle with throat cancer left him with a weakened voice and difficulty breathing after undergoing a tracheotomy.

Despite his struggles, Kilmer credited his Christian Science faith with helping him endure the ordeal. Sadly, years later, on Tuesday, April 1, 2025, Kilmer passed away in Los Angeles.

His daughter, Mercedes Kilmer, confirmed that the cause was pneumonia. His demise marked the end of an extraordinary life shaped by talent, resilience, and an enduring passion for the arts.

Even though he was no longer active in Hollywood, Kilmer stayed connected to fans through social media. Following his final Instagram post, made just over one month before his death, and captioned “u r enuff [sic],” fans flooded the comments section with messages of support, love, and admiration.

“You are looking much better!” one comment read, while another added, “Wow you look great!!!! Love this Batman ❤️” The reactions were filled with warmth and admiration.

“He speaks again! 👏👏👏” wrote one person, while another shared, “Val you looks good! The best!” Some were moved by seeing him again, typing, “Is that really you? Val Kilmer? This uplifted my spirits!” Others kept it short but heartfelt, adding, “The legend. ❤️🦇”.

His last post now stands as a simple, powerful goodbye from a man who never stopped expressing himself. He will be remembered by his fans, friends, and family, whose lives he positively impacted.

Val Kilmer is survived by Mercedes and his son Jack Kilmer. He shares his two children with his ex-wife, Whalley. The two got married in 1988 and divorced in 1996.

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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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