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My Parents Demanded I Pay My Sister’s Mortgage When I Refused, They Sued Me for $350K
I’m Catherine Sanders. I turned 32 last spring. And for most of my life, I’ve known exactly where I stood in my own family—behind my sister.
She did everything right, at least according to our parents. She married at 24, had two boys by 27, baked casseroles from scratch, and sent out Christmas cards in September with ribbon that always matched the season. She remembered everyone’s birthdays without setting reminders. She made motherhood look like a curated photo set instead of work.
And me? I stayed single, focused on my career, and rented a quiet apartment across town where no one asked why I still hadn’t settled down. I had a 401(k), a Roth IRA, and no intention of asking anyone for help.
Apparently, those things don’t count when you’re not wearing a ring.
My parents, Linda and Jerry, never said it outright, but their questions always carried a weight. They didn’t ask because they were curious. They asked the way people poke a bruise to see if it still hurts.
“Don’t you want children before it’s too late?”
“Your sister’s boys are growing so fast.”
“It’s a shame they don’t have cousins.”
“You’re still in that apartment, huh?”
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