Taking care of Mom was hard enough without the tension with my sister. Accusations flew when things started disappearing, and I thought I knew who was to blame. But the truth shattered my world.
Mom’s illness had me doing everything—working long hours and taking care of her at home. I hired a caregiver, Nancy, but I couldn’t afford full-time help. I’d asked Jane for support, but she always brushed me off, despite being unemployed.
One day, Mom noticed her gold earrings were missing. I suspected Jane, as she had been the only one to visit. But Mom defended her, and I promised not to cause trouble. A few weeks later, more things went missing, all after Jane’s visits. My frustration grew.
I confronted Jane, accusing her of stealing. We argued, but she denied it. I decided to install security cameras to catch the thief. When I reviewed the footage, I was shocked to see Kaden, my husband, stealing from Mom. He’d been hiding his gambling problem and had been taking Mom’s things to cover his debts.
I confronted Kaden, and he confessed. He apologized, but I was too angry and hurt to forgive him immediately. I told him to leave, unsure of what would happen next.
I then went to Jane’s house, apologizing for blaming her. She hugged me, and I finally understood that she had been supporting me, not Kaden, despite everything.