Reddit user TheDirtSyndicatehas a story of a money hungry stepfather. “I have a similar story only I was a bit older, around 13 or 14. Anyway, I had been mowing lawns for the past few years because there was a bike I wanted. My stepfather even set up an account in my name for me so that I could save. I kept track of everything in my own notebook. When I had enough to buy the bike, I went to my stepfather all proud of myself, showed him my notebook, and he pretty much said “what account?” I was devastated. Then it all made sense. All of a sudden we were having an above-ground pool put in the back yard.
“I never got to swim in it either… shortly after this, I ended up moving in with my mom. She found out what happened and wasn’t happy. Okay, to clear up a few questions… when my mom got pregnant, my father denied that I was his. Around the time that I was born, she ended up marrying my stepfather. They had a kid, my half-sister. A year or two later my mom abandoned us for drugs. She left me and my half-sister with my stepfather. A few years later my stepfather remarried, so I had two step-parents. Sorry for the confusion.”
Mcwobby shared a story of how his wealth got out to the public. “I’m a fairly average guy in my mid-twenties who always wears the same $2 T-shirt and $5 jeans, but over the years it started to leak out that I had some money after a combination of me buying a business in my very small home town, a gossipy girl from school who saw me on SeekingArrangement and enough Social media posts showing me constantly traveling in business class or whatever and the fact I seemed to do very little actual work. Then in the last year or so, I’ve discovered a seemingly entire new branch of my family tree and a whole bunch of people from high school I don’t remember ever saying more than a few words to suddenly claiming me as their childhood best friends.
“I caught up with an old actual schoolmate who knew me well enough and was having coffee. She asks, “is it true you bought a plane?” and a few things like that, that were absolutely insane. The Chinese whispers in my town had apparently gone absolutely crazy. I’m always uncomfortable running into someone when I’m back there because everyone thinks I’m some crazy playboy millionaire when I spend most of my time in a blanket fort on the internet like everybody else. The extended family is the worst though because they harass my mum, dad, and grandmother, who know nothing about my financial situation to borrow money. Many of these people I’ve never met in my life.”
Reddit User JackJustice1919 shared a story about his mother. “Not exactly a horror story, but kinda funny anyway…I got front-ended in a car in 2016, and it messed me up pretty bad. My lawyer screwed up the case, and by the time it settled, the medical costs were paid, and the lawyers took most of it (for being s*** at their jobs). I had a high 5 figures in my bank account. My estranged mother just SMELLED that I had money somehow and started asking for loans and if I wanted to go on vacations with her and things. Seriously, no one in my family would ever talk to her or tell her I had cash.
“She had some sort of sixth sense where she figured it out and suddenly wanted to “reconnect” with me. It was freaking amazing. What sucks is I let her swindle me for a bit of it. She gambled with it and won two thousand dollars at a casino. But hey, she bought me lunch that day, so… I guess my mother has technically gotten me SOMETHING in the last two decades.” It’s bad enough they were estranged but to have the audacity to ask for money is a different story.
TimeyWimeys has a story about their stepfather trying to grub their inheritance. “My mother died, and I ended up being the fifty-fifty beneficiary with the other half being my stepfather. My stepfather mentioned that my mother had a lot of debts and asked if I’d be willing to help with some of them. Being more than a little naive and thinking it would be, at most, 5k, I said, sure, how much do you need? The first quote he gave me was 25k, and it wasn’t that substantial of an inheritance I received. I was pretty flabbergasted and backed off a bit to say I needed to think about it. However, every time I inquired again, wondering if he’d rethink his actions, the number he asked for kept climbing. Then the requests turned into demands.
“Now I don’t talk to my stepfather at all. The final number he demanded was more than what I received in the first place. And I was not a rich, well-established person with a career at the time. I was 21 and still very much struggling to find my way after having been essentially driven out of the home. He hadn’t been my abuser; I had kind of held out hope at the time that, even though he stood back for most of the abuse, he wasn’t that bad of a person. It took me several years to realize just how f***ed up it is to demand the inheritance money of the poor, struggling, abused child of your dead spouse.”