When my younger brother Darren lost his job, I quickly sent him $3,000 to cover rent and groceries. That generosity backfired. Weeks later, I noticed his girlfriend flaunting luxury items online, and soon after, I came home to find my TV, savings, sneakers, and gaming system gone—the only person with a key was Darren.
When I confronted him, he admitted pawning my things. Mom defended him, but I realized I wasn’t helping—I was enabling. I reported him to the police. It hurt, but it was necessary.
Later, I learned he’d scammed others, too, and eventually he was arrested for internet fraud. On probation and in rehab, Darren began working and even set up a repayment plan. Eight months later, he’s more accountable, and our relationship is cautiously healing.
I’ve learned that love sometimes means setting boundaries, not excuses. True care isn’t about carrying someone’s chaos—it’s about letting them face it.
