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My son texted: “Don’t expect us home for Christmas—we’re going to my wife’s parents’ house.” I didn’t argue. I quietly closed every account in my name that he was still using. The next morning, he showed up at my doorstep, pale-faced, demanding, “We need to talk right now.” But I already had the bank statements, a detailed record of every transaction, and an appointment with a lawyer—things that left him completely speechless.
My son wrote, “Don’t expect us for Christmas 2025. We’re going to my wife’s parents. They’re more important.” I didn’t respond. I just closed all his accounts….
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