There’s a particular sting that comes from parental betrayal—when the person charged with safeguarding your interests decides instead to treat your bank account like their personal rainy-day fund. In this story, a mother takes her child’s $3,300 savings, promises to safeguard it, and later repurposes it into household savings, like erasing its original intent somehow makes her actions noble. Not only is the theft excused, but it’s reframed as an act of selflessness, leaving her child struggling to comprehend the audacity masked as altruism.

Years of family first propaganda have clearly turned the child’s emotional responses into a highly trained circus act, capable of contorting to any level of parental misconduct. 

The anger, subdued. The betrayal, just a minor inconvenience. Why feel outrage when you can just politely accept that your savings are now a communal piggy bank. 

See, this is what happens when you’re raised to believe questioning Mom is a sin, you start to suspect you’re a bad person for daring to have emotions when someone takes your money.