I leaned back, crossing my arms. “Oh, so it’s a problem when I use my money on your mother? But it wasn’t when you did it behind my back?”
His jaw dropped as he finally realized what was really going on here.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he backpedaled, running his hands through his hair frantically.
“I’ll return the phone! I’ll get your money back!”
“Yes, you will, and you’ll pay the money into my new bank account. From now on, you won’t have access to my money.”
I stood up, ignoring his protests, and pulled out a printed job listing I’d been saving for this exact moment.
“Hope you enjoy your job hunt, babe.
Because your gravy train just ended.”
The next few days were a symphony of apologies from Aaron and angry phone calls from Ruth.
“How dare you treat my son this way!” she screeched through the phone, her voice hitting notes that probably disturbed the neighborhood dogs.
My response was simple: “You don’t steal from the person paying your bills.”
Wouldn’t you know it, Aaron had a job within two weeks. Turns out motivation comes pretty quickly when your safety net disappears.
I’m not sure where we go from here. Marriage counseling, maybe, if he’s willing to put in the work.
But one thing’s crystal clear — Aaron will never touch my money again.
And if he does try anything again? Well, his mother might be the only woman left willing to deal with him. Something tells me Ruth won’t like that very much.
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Source: amomama
