My mum stole £11,000 and left me with trauma, anxiety, and silence. Here’s how I found the truth – and why I’m done being quiet.
You know what’s worse than growing up in a toxic family?
Realizing, 15 years later, that your mum didn’t just mess with your head—she emptied your bank account too.
And the cherry on top? A family who told me I was “over the top,” “making a fuss,” and, my personal favorite:
“She’s your mum, why would you walk away?”
Spoiler: because she stole £11,129.38 from me.
For 15 years, I was made to believe:
✔ She was ill.
✔ It wasn’t a big deal.
✔ I was dramatic.
✔ And if I just kept quiet, everything would be fine.
Meanwhile, she lived mortgage-free, with two holidays a year, a fully decorated house, and zero consequences… while I battled trauma, anxiety, and fear so heavy I still hesitate to leave my house in case I bump into any of them.
The Day the Truth Slapped Me in the Face
sat down to check old bank statements, thinking maybe a few hundred quid… maybe a grand if the universe hated me.
Then BAM: £11,129.38 in withdrawals.
Not food. Not bills. Gambling sites. DOM.GB.
That wasn’t just money. That was security. That was my future.
And do you know what I got instead? 15 years of manipulation disguised as love.
The Manipulation Olympics (Sponsored by Gaslighting)
She lied. She spun stories so tight I started choking on them.
When I questioned things, the answer was always:
✔ “She’s unwell.”
✔ “Don’t upset her.”
✔ “It’s not worth breaking the family over.”
And the family? They didn’t just stay silent—they backed her.
Apparently, I’m the villain because I woke up and smelled the butter-soaked taste of another addiction (gambling, not me—HER).
The Rage Math
Do you know what £11,129.38 looks like today? With 8% statutory interest per year?
Over £23,000.
Karma might be slow, but interest is savage.
What It Cost Me
Not 15 years of therapy—because therapy wasn’t an option back then.
I’ve only had therapy for the last year and a half.
And in that time, I’ve unpacked 15 YEARS of pain, anxiety, and gaslighting.
Fifteen years of being told:
✔ “You’re too much.”
✔ “You’re making it bigger than it is.”
✔ “She’s your mum—get over it.”
All while my reality was crumbling and my nervous system was burning.
Meanwhile, They Lived Comfortably
While I’ve been trying to rebuild, they’ve been mortgage-free.
Two holidays a year. New kitchens. Fresh paint on the walls.
Living their “perfect family” Instagram life while mine was burning in the background.
What I Want You to Know
If you’ve ever been told to “keep the peace,” hear this:
Peace built on silence is a cage.
You don’t owe loyalty to someone who weaponized love.
You don’t owe forgiveness for theft.
And if you’re the kind of person who says, “Family is everything”?
Come live a day inside my nervous system and say that again.
The Takeaway
This isn’t just my story—it’s a warning.
If you’ve been made to feel crazy for calling out abuse—financial, emotional, whatever—it’s not you.
It’s them.
And the truth?
It will always age better than their lies.
Because bank statements don’t gaslight.
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