My mother favored my brother, Stanley, while I was mostly raised by my grandparents. My father left, and my mother blamed me, saying, “He wouldn’t have left if I hadn’t gotten pregnant with you.” Sent to live with my grandparents, I found love and support there.

Over the years, my mother doted on Stanley, even selling her house to support him. I worked hard to build my own life. When my grandparents fell ill, I cared for them until their passing. After many years of silence, Stanley called me about our mother’s broken hip, seeking financial help. I agreed, sending money for her hospital bills.

Stanley called again, asking me to take care of our mother. He said, “She needs someone to take care of her. I’ve been by her side our whole lives.” I refused, reminding him that our mother had abandoned me. “I needed my mother when I was growing up, and she refused,” I said.

Despite Stanley’s pleas and accusations, I stood my ground. I told him, “I won’t be her caretaker,” and ended the call. Stanley continued to reach out, but I blocked him and ignored all criticism. My daughters supported my decision, understanding my difficult past.