I Refused to Share My Son’s Inheritance With My Stepson—My Husband Made Me Pay

Blended families can be complicated—especially when money enters the mix. I’m Lisa, 42. I’ve been married to Jeff for 12 years. He has an 18-year-old son from his first marriage, and I have a 14-year-old from mine. Jeff has helped raise my son since he was two, as his biological father—who traveled often—was mostly absent.

Tragically, my ex passed away last week, leaving a significant inheritance for our son. Since he’s still a minor, I’ll manage it until he turns 18.

Then came the blow: Jeff asked me to use some of my son’s inheritance to pay for his own son’s college. I said no. Jeff was furious.

“I treated your kid like mine. Is this how you repay me?” he snapped.
“I’m grateful,” I replied, “but you’re not entitled to his money.”

The next day, he left a list on the table—every dime he spent on my son, from clothes to vacations—despite always saying, “He’s like my own.”

Now, he wants it all back.

I’m torn. I won’t touch my son’s inheritance. But am I being unfair to Jeff and his son?

—Lisa

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