They Chose the Nanny, I Chose to Stop Funding Them Chapter 08
In the past, with my monthly allowance of 5,000 dollars to support my parents, and me also covering Julia’s salary, they could buy whatever they wanted for food or clothing without second thought.
They even bought Julia clothes and jewelry quite often, spoiling her like she was their real daughter.
But now, without my money, their expenses were entirely covered by their meager pensions and retirement funds. Before long, they were struggling financially and could barely even afford fresh groceries anymore.
Dinner that night was just instant mac and cheese with a side of instant mashed potatoes. There wasn’t even a strip of bacon in sight.
Dad stared at the plain mac and cheese, and his face darkened instantly. He set down his fork and snapped at Julia, who was cleaning up the kitchen.
“How could you serve us instant junk food like this? At least use fresh ingredients and add some bacon bits to the pasta! Are you seriously expecting Marie and me to eat this trash?”
Julia came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. Her usual docile demeanor was gone, and her tone was dismissive and impatient.
“We don’t have enough money for groceries. This is good enough. Just eat what you have and stop being picky.”
“We don’t have enough money?”
Mom frowned and set down her fork as well, sounding doubtful and dissatisfied. “What about our savings and pension? Didn’t we just withdraw from our 401k this month? How can it not be enough?”
“Those?” Julia rolled her eyes, her tone full of sarcasm. “It needs to cover utilities, management fees, daily expenses, and groceries. How could that possibly be enough? Genevieve used to give us 5,000 dollars a month, so we lived comfortably and bought whatever we wanted.
“But now that she’s not sending money anymore, did you really think that you could keep living that same luxurious lifestyle? In your dreams!”
Dad slammed his fist on the table, rattling the pot and their plates on the table. He roared at Julia, “How dare you talk to us like that! We took you in and even treated you like our own daughter! It’s your duty to serve us! What’s the point of keeping you around if you can’t even cook us a decent meal?”
“Serve you?” Julia sneered as if she’d just heard the joke of the century.
She put her hands on her hips as his tone sharpened. “I came to your house as a caretaker to work for a paycheck! But you insisted on adopting me and promised to leave the house to me, so I just played along with you!
“And you still expect me to serve you and be your slave now that I’m not getting paid anymore? Over my dead body!”
From that day onward, Julia completely shed her docile facade and revealed her true colors. She didn’t bother hiding her greed or impatience anymore.
She stopped waking up in the morning to make breakfast for my parents, letting them starve until she finally woke up around noon.
Laundry piled up in the washing machine for days, and the dirty clothes began to stink. The floor was also covered in dust and trash, and the bathroom was a complete mess since she never cleaned it anymore.
The house fell into chaos, a far cry from the spotless home it used to be.
On top of that, Julia even began secretly taking things from the house for herself, treating the household like her personal ATM.
She stole Dad’s treasured wines and cigars and gave them to her relatives. She brazenly staked claim oyer the health supplements and skincare products that Mom bought for herself.
She even stole the gold bracelets and necklaces Mom hid in the dresser drawer, pawned them, and spent the money on new blouses and bags for herself, living a life that was far more luxurious than my parents’.
