The walkie-talkie slipped from my hand. I had sacrificed everything for them, and to them I was nothing more than a check.At my 60th birthday, I confronted them. I told them I knew daycare cost $500, not $800, and I’d been paying extra every month without knowing they were pocketing the difference. I ended it that night—no more $800, no more free favors. Instead, I’d save for Max’s future directly, without their hands in it.
