

I trusted a family member.
They promised to let me rent the house I had grown up in until I have the money to buy it. At the beginning, I was still a university student with a part-time job so this quickly ate up my savings but I figured it was worth it. Then, about a year after I had finally finished university and had started working full time, they suddenly decided to set an ultimatum of about six months for me to buy the house or leave, even threatening to hire a gardener at my cost to make the property more attractive to buyers.
I pleaded, fought, tried to get a loan but of course without any savings as security, nobody would give me one. I had to move into an apartment, that’s smaller, older and more expensive than the house that had been my home for 23 years. While I’m not in debt, I still struggle to build up enough savings to get a loan for a home, even after eight years on a software engineer’s salary.
I’ve completely cut ties with that side of the family and I still occasionally have nightmares about the whole situation.
Barely.
We can’t choose who we’re related to but we can absolutely choose not to talk to them ever again.