I promised. I meant it. But I had no idea how quickly life would test that promise. Read more below
When I inherited $500,000 from my late mother, I thought it would bring peace and security. Instead, it brought vultures to my doorstep disguised as family.
The day I lost my mother, I didn’t just bury the woman who raised me single-handedly—I buried my anchor, my biggest cheerleader, my only true safety net.“Promise me you’ll stand up for yourself, Helen,” she whispered in our last conversation. Her fingers were paper-thin, her voice barely there. “Promise me you won’t let anyone walk over you.”
