On my 18th birthday, my parents casually told me they’d spent 95% of my trust fund on my sisters’ luxury weddings. “Hope you understand.” I didn’t.
I’m Finn, 18M. My sisters, Victoria (26) and Ashley (24), lived for luxury and drama. My parents acted rich but were barely keeping up. Meanwhile, I’d worked hard since fifteen, saved $12K, and planned to use my trust fund—grandpa left each of us $50K—for college.
When I saw the numbers, my balance was $8,472. Furious, I researched trust law and discovered my parents had violated fiduciary duty: the money was meant for education, not weddings or condos. I dug up the original trust documents and bank statements, proving the withdrawals matched my sisters’ weddings.
I hired a lawyer. The case was clear: breach of fiduciary duty. I included my sisters since they knew about it. We filed suit.
The court ruled in my favor: $207K plus legal fees. My parents went bankrupt, sold their house, and my sisters paid back their share. I finished college debt-free and built my life on my own terms. Some call it ruthless—I call it protecting my future.
