My Late Mom Left Me a Trust Fund, but My Dad Took Money from It for His Stepdaughter — I Finally Retaliated

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.

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.”

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.”

“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.

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?”

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A woman engrossed in a phonecall | Source: Pexels

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.”

“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.

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.”

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?”

“Then I’ll sue you.”

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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?”

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

“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.

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.

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A woman with a suitcase and bag | Source: Pexels

“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

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.

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

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5 Creatures That Can Crawl In Through Your Toilet and How to Stop Them

If you are wondering why bugs and other pests pay your bathroom a visit, it’s because of all the moisture. And when we’re talking about the toilet seat, in particular, many people fail to clean it consistently and in detail. Flushing isn’t enough, since there is the residue left behind and that is enough to attract all the wrong guests.

Bright Side wants you to know that many pests can crawl into your house through your toilet and that there are ways to prevent this from happening.

1. Snakes

Snakes just love cool, wet, and dark places and that’s why your toilet pipes can be very intriguing to them. But, what drives them there in the first place is the sewer that has food remnants that they can feed on. When they are finished with their food in the sewer, they will look for a way out and the pipes are the easiest and quickest route. However, you shouldn’t be afraid if you live in a cold environment, since snakes will only sneak up in toilets in warm countries.

It’s usually harmless snakes that crawl through the pipes, like garden or tree snakes. That’s because these snakes are slimmer than venomous ones and can fit through the pipes. Although, some anacondas have appeared in people’s toilets in South America and Australia.

2. Rats

Like snakes, rats are also in constant pursuit of food and our pipes can be very appealing to them. In houses where the toilet and garbage disposal end up in the same pipes, rats are more likely to find a way in. And because their anatomy is very bendy, they can swim through the pipes and hold their breath for minutes before they need air.

So, it’s not just important to discard your food remnants in a trash bag but to also never flush food down the toilet. If there is no food in the pipes, rats won’t have any reason to try and enter your sewage system. You should also keep the toilet cover closed at all times and maybe install a rat guard. This allows water to exit the pipes whenever you flush, but nothing can come up in the opposite direction.

3. Spiders

With spiders, things get a bit more complex, since they can’t swim in your pipes, but they can appear in your bathroom through another passage. And when they get in, they will probably sit outside the toilet seat. Only black widows will crawl inside the toilet and weave their web from side to side. But, that will happen only in an outdoor toilet that doesn’t have plumbing and that isn’t connected to a sewer system.

That’s where these venomous spiders thrive since there are many flies that they can catch for food. That’s also why you need to always check the seat thoroughly before using an outhouse toilet. Spiders, like the black widow, the brown recluse, and the hobo spider won’t have any trouble biting you.

4. Lizards

In the Southwest United States, lizards coming through the toilet pipes are a quite common occurrence. That’s because these creatures love water and they try to find food wherever they can. Crickets and other insects (like flies) can be found a lot in your toilet’s plumbing if it’s not kept decently clean. The lizards that can achieve this are usually small enough that they can fit through the pipes.

5. Possums

In 2008, a man was in his bathroom in Australia when he saw the water in the toilet gurgling. Moments later, a baby possum appeared and this is not the first time this has happened. On another occasion, a woman found a dead possum in her toilet. These unusual guests are excellent swimmers and can hold their breath for a long time — that’s why they can crawl into your toilet.

How to prevent and react to these occurrences

  • Keep your toilet clean: This may sound obvious, but you really need to clean your toilet often and neatly. Disinfecting cleaners are perfect for that job and if you want something cheaper you can resort to white wine vinegar or baking soda. You can also get one of those fresheners that stick on the side of the toilet and release a nice smell every time you flush.
  • Keep it dry: Most pests love humidity and that’s why they will be attracted to wet bathroom floors. So, it’s important to get rid of any standing water from the sink or the floor after you’ve taken a shower. If you notice any leaks in your plumbing, call a technician immediately and get them fixed.
  • Clean your pipes naturally: In a bowl, add equal parts of sugar, water, vinegar, and 5-10 drops of dish soap. Mix all of this together and pour it down the toilet or in your bathroom sink. You can also pour some boiling water into the toilet.
  • Call a pest control company: If you don’t have the time or courage to deal with pests yourself, call professionals and let them use their heavy cleaners. After that is done, you can occasionally throw water mixed with a cleaning solution down the drain to make sure no pest will climb up into the toilet.

Have you ever found an uninvited guest in your toilet — if so, what was it and how did you react?

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