For Years, My Brother Was The Untouchable Golden Child. But After…

The Golden Child’s Double Standard

For years, my brother was the untouchable golden child, but after squandering Grandma’s money, he now faces a lawsuit and a lifetime of debt payments. My parents felt my brother Jason could do no wrong, but my work was unsatisfactory.

Mom replied, “Oh, Jason needs his social time.”

But with drama club, she guilt-tripped me about missing family dinners. Jason was caught cheating on three high school exams.

Dad called the principal to explain that being so proficient and overwhelmed caused stress. My B+ in chemistry indicated I needed help, so they hired a tutor.

The double standard was absurd. Jason crashed his car drunk at 19 after he learned his lesson and needed reliable transportation.

Our parents covered it up and bought him a new truck. After scraping the garage door, they had me pay for repairs using part-time employment money.

They said, “Responsibility builds character.”

Jason quit college after two semesters to discover himself and explore options. They transformed the garage into a recording studio when Jason wanted to be a musician but never learned or wrote songs.

When I asked student loan assistance, they said, “We need to be smart with money and you need to learn independence.”

Jason stole from Mom’s purse, making her assume she forgot to spend it. When her jewelry vanished, she feared she misplaced it.

When his garage tools disappeared, Dad thought he lent them. They assumed I was jealous and trying to cause issues when I saw the tendency.

Jason started a business with $15,000 of their retirement funds that failed in three months. They said, “At least he tried; failure teaches best.”

Their response to my $750 professional certification course request was, “Maybe next year when finances are better.”

Grandma Helen’s Vanishing Fortune

Grandma Helen’s sickness was the issue. Her grandkids would receive her $150,000 funds and full-time care.

Jason became her devoted grandchild, visiting her every day and volunteering to manage her assets while everyone else was occupied. My parents praised his maturity and caring leadership.

Grandma’s money vanished in three months. Jason claimed medical and domestic expenses without receipts.

He planned to buy her generic food and pocket the rest, claiming he bought organic due to heavy expenditures. He persuaded her to sign a power of attorney.

Jason was such a nice grandson that my parents never questioned anything. Who dares disagree?

Grandma died six months later, leaving nothing. When the will was read, Jason wasted everything but $8,000.

The lawyer detected irregular transactions, but Jason had power of attorney, so it was legal. My parents said we should be grateful he spent it on Grandma’s care.

I was interrupted by my banker relative, Nenah. She observed where the money went but wasn’t supposed to talk.

Jason moved it to accounts and a gaming app. $150,000 was wasted in six months as Grandma ate generic bread and watched her stories in a cold house because Jason thought the heating expense was too expensive.

Everything was screenshotted by Nenah. Gaming site received Jason’s account transactions promptly. Time and date match exactly.

The Truth Revealed at the Reunion

Jason’s legal power left her unsure what to do. After months of documentation, I planned the family reunion because I had important Grandma’s estate news.

He replied, “If this was about money then I was being disgusting and disrespecting Grandma’s memory.”

I distributed around printed screenshots after my parents chastised me before speaking. Jason’s personal account got $45,000 on January 10th.

The same $45,000 traveled to Bet King Casino three hours later. January 25th, $25,000 more. February 3rd, another $35,000.

Every transfer is tracked. Jason said the documents were private financial data, but everyone saw them.

Jason was asked by my Uncle David, a cop, why Grandma’s money was going to online gambling while she died. Jason said Grandma urged him to invest for the family.

He invested via gambling room. Explode. Uncle David got up from his chair and crossed the room in three steps, staring Jason in the face with his cop posture that made people confess.

Jason stumbled backward into the hallway, hands raised like David was ready to strike him. Mom cried at David to stop abusing her son.

Dad suggested David should stop this. David stayed still, staring at Jason like a good interrogator, wondering if he felt stealing $150,000 from his dying granny was an investment strategy.

Despite the chilly environment, Jason’s lips opened and closed without releasing anything, and I could see wetness on his forehead. Mom shoved and touched David’s chest, telling him she wouldn’t tolerate his violence and threats in her home.

Keeping the bank statement in my hand, I watched everything like a movie from my chair. Aunt Rebecca wept into her hands by the fireplace, and I heard people chatting loudly, some doubting Jason, some supporting him, some surprised.

Jason was bodyguarded by my folks. His parents on either side formed a human wall between him and the room.

Uncle David backed off and observed Jason; all his jaw muscles worked. Jason looked at everyone to find an exit, then he moved, running for the front door.