I paid rent for years without complaint. Then my parents moved in my “golden child”

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I pulled over to the side of the road. This was a conversation that needed to be had, even if it was over the phone. “I don’t live there anymore, Mom,” I said calmly. “Enjoy supporting them.”

There was silence for a beat, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her head, trying to comprehend what I had just said. Then came the expected barrage. “What do you mean you’re gone? Where will you stay? How could you just leave? Your brother needs you right now!”

I sighed, a long, weary exhale filled with years of suppressed frustration. “Mom, I’ve been paying rent to help out since I came back, and I haven’t complained once. But I refuse to finance Ryan’s lifestyle while he puts in no effort. I’ve found my own place, and I’ll be taking care of myself from now on.”