I made a list.
There was the card on which they were authorized users.
There were two bills I paid directly each month.
There was an emergency transfer I had set up years earlier and never canceled.
Then there was the vacation money.
I had transferred it because my mother told me the trip was “for the grandkids.”
Part of that money had paid for the transportation they were now using to leave those same grandchildren behind.
I stared at the transaction history until anger became something more useful.
Specificity.
I did not want revenge.
I wanted separation.
So I began with the things that were actually mine to control.
I locked the card on my account.
I removed both authorized users.
I canceled the automatic transfer scheduled for the following month.
I changed the recurring payments I had been making on their behalf.
Then I downloaded the statements and screenshots into one folder.
