Aight brehs, if yall look at me crazy then so be it.
Backstory here. I'm 28 and my mom is 59. She has been unemployed for like 15 years because something happened at her last job and she hurt her back and been on disability since. Now her "back issues" aren't even that crazy... she was milking shyt to get paid more because I think she had a work lawsuit or something. After all that she pretty much moved us from NY to NC practically overnight. That shyt hit me hard because we had no family or anything down here at the time and I was 13 and had to get a whole new crew of nikkas to hang and chill with. Obviously, that really wasn't a big deal but I always felt some type of way toward her for doing it.
Fast forward to when I turned 18 and she stopped getting them NY child support debit card payments..yall know the blue one with the statue of liberty on it.. from my dad shyt really got rough. She was relying on that and her disability to pay the rent so we ended up homeless living an a hotel for about a good year and some change. She still refused to get a job because she has "back problems". I started going to a local CC to get a trade and luckily my poor ass got Pell Grants. On top of the grants she had me take out like $5k of student loans and told me she would get it forgiven....should've known better. We used those loans for hotel living and other shyt to stay alive. While in CC we finally got approved for an income-based apartment and I got a job in retail so shyt was on the up.
Then I met my current shorty.. after working retail and seeing her for like 2 years I moved out and got myself a crib with shorty. My mom was tight brehs.. like really mad hoping our relationship would fail and calling her all crazy names. Fast forward 6 years later me and shorty still together and now engaged. The whole time I moved out I've been sending her bread multiple times a month so she can afford to eat and shyt. Her whip rusted out and rotted away (ny brehs will understand this) and she ain't have no bread to get a new one so I gave her mine and got a new car. After she crashed my old whip I found a nice '03 maxima off FB marketplace for like 3k and copped it for her... obviously, I aint get a dime back for it so it's w/e. I also took a laptop from work that we were supposed to recycle and threw a nice lil SSD and reimaged it for her... Even bought her a nice washer/dryer set so she aint have to go to the laundromat no more.
Then today... she hit me up asking for money again because she spent all her disability money and doesn't get paid until the second Wednesday of April. Obviously, I'm not gonna let her starve so I sent her some bread and told her she needs to get a job because she can't keep living like this. Brehs.... you would've thought I started WW3 with that comment. She then immediately hit me up stating she's grown as hell and doesn't need my advice and that I'm a horrible child. I mean like these text messages were wild.. practically calling me a reincarnation of my pops because all he talked about was money.. even threatening to cut me off and tell the family how bad I am.
Was I wrong for telling her that brehs?
