I Was Undergoing Chemotherapy, but My Mom Used Me as a Servant Since I Lived in Her House – Until My Friend Stepped In

At 24, stomach cancer forced me to move back into my mother’s house, hoping for support during treatment. Instead, she treated me like a servant, assigning daily task lists—cleaning, cooking, painting—despite my chemo-induced weakness. She dismissed my protests, calling me lazy, even comparing me to a neighbor who “worked through cancer.” Worse, she took my SNAP benefits, meant for my special diet, and spent them on junk food I couldn’t eat. Then, she sold my car without permission, claiming the money covered “rent and bills,” stripping my last bit of independence.

I was too sick to fight until my friend Mara saw the exploitation. Furious, she insisted I move in with her. Mara helped me report my mother’s actions to the police and social services, who confirmed it was financial exploitation. My mother was ordered to repay the misused benefits and faces potential charges for selling my car. When she confronted me, blaming me for her consequences, I stood firm: “You don’t own me.” Mara shut the door on her tirade.

Now, living with Mara, I’m healing physically and emotionally. Cancer took much, but I won’t let my mother take my dignity. She lost me when she chose control over compassion, and I’m finally free to reclaim my worth.