My Parents Demanded I Return My New Bed to Give Them the Money for My Half-Sister’s Car Purchase

I (18M) have struggled with a harsh backache for a while. So, I got a part-time job to earn money for a new bed and mattress. I can’t ask my parents as they prioritize my younger half-sister Ashley (16F) and their foster kids (11 and 10) over me, and their money and time get prioritized on them.

I feel sad for being invisible to my parents for the past five years, but I’m learning to comfort myself with my own actions.\

Yesterday, while we were having a family dinner with my grandparents, the courier called me about the mattress. I left to get it and when I returned, I found my mom, Michelle, with her arms crossed.

Mom: “What the hell?! You know we’re all saving money for Ashley’s car. Return it immediately!!!”

Ashley: “I want my caaar!!”

Her demand was met with nods from my dad and the foster kids. They all seemed to think my back pain was irrelevant compared to Ashley’s need for a car.

I stood there, trying to muster the courage to argue my case when my granddad, who had been quietly observing the situation, spoke up.

Granddad: “Michelle, we know that maternity is a hard thing for you.”

Mom suddenly fell silent, her face turning a shade of red. My grandparents had always been supportive of me, and I knew they wouldn’t let this slide.

Granddad: “But this is unacceptable. Your son has been suffering from back pain and worked hard to buy himself a new bed and mattress. How dare you demand he returns it for something as frivolous as a car for Ashley?”

Grandma, who had been sitting quietly, joined in. “We have noticed how you treat him, and it’s not fair. He deserves just as much attention and care as Ashley and the foster kids.”
My dad looked uncomfortable but didn’t say anything. Ashley pouted, clearly unhappy that her plan was being thwarted.
Granddad turned to me. “You keep that mattress, and if they try to force you to return it, we’ll take care of it. You’re our grandson, and you deserve comfort and support.”

The atmosphere was tense as my grandparents made it clear that they wouldn’t tolerate any more neglect or unfair treatment. My parents looked chastened, and Ashley stormed off, sulking.

The dinner continued in awkward silence, but I felt a sense of relief and gratitude toward my grandparents. They had always been there for me, but now they had stood up for me in a way that made me feel valued and loved.

In the days that followed, my parents backed off from their demands. Ashley continued to be unhappy about not getting her car, but my grandparents kept a close eye on things, ensuring that I wasn’t pressured or mistreated again.

I continued to work my part-time job, saving up for other things I needed and wanted. My back pain gradually eased with the new mattress, and I felt better physically and emotionally.

My grandparents’ support gave me the strength to stand up for myself and to realize that I deserved to be treated with respect and care. It was a turning point in my life, and I knew that no matter what, I had them in my corner, ready to defend me against any injustice.

From then on, I focused on building a better future for myself, knowing that I was not alone and that my grandparents would always have my back.

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