My Mom Kicked Me Out at 15, Now She is Demanding My Inheritance After Dads Death

After years of silence, my estranged mother reappeared unannounced, wearing a smile as sharp as her intentions. This was the woman who had thrown me out at 15, leaving my father to piece my life back together. Now, with his passing, she had come to claim her share of his legacy, igniting a battle I wasn’t prepared to lose.

The day Dad died, it felt like the ground had crumbled beneath me. I sat in his hospital room, clutching his hand as the machines went silent. The cancer had moved swiftly, giving us only three months from diagnosis to goodbye. In those final days, despite his pain, Dad still managed to smile, squeezing my hand and cracking jokes about the hospital food.

“Catherine,” he whispered the night before he passed, his voice faint but resolute, “promise me you’ll keep living—not just surviving.”

I promised him, even as the weight of grief settled in. But as I left the hospital, another memory surfaced, unbidden and unwanted: Mom. The woman who had abandoned me when I needed her most.

At 15, I stood on the porch of her house with nothing but a backpack, her voice cold and unyielding. “The world won’t coddle you,” she said, barring me from the life I’d known. “You need to grow up. This is for your own good.”

It wasn’t. I ended up in a shelter, terrified and alone, until Dad found me. Despite years of separation—years Mom had orchestrated with lies about his supposed indifference—he searched tirelessly until he brought me home. From that moment on, he became my rock, helping me rebuild my life, one small victory at a time.

He was there for my high school graduation, cheering the loudest. He supported me through college, and we created traditions that filled the gaps of lost years. Fishing trips. Christmas movie marathons. He was everything a parent should be, in stark contrast to the mother who had cast me aside.

Arranging Dad’s funeral was surreal, a blur of decisions and grief. His sister, Aunt Sarah, helped with the details I couldn’t handle, ensuring the service reflected the man we all adored. Dad’s will was simple: he left everything to me, though I chose to share some with his siblings. They had always been family in the truest sense of the word.

 

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