When we were kids, our grandmother gave us equal share portfolios—my brother sold his, and now he and his girlfriend are after mine

MY GRANDMA GAVE US EQUAL SHARE PORTFOLIOS WHEN WE WERE KIDS—MY BROTHER SOLD HIS, NOW HE & HIS GIRLFRIEND WANT MINE.
When we were kids, Grandma gave us equal investment portfolios.
At 19, my brother cashed out his $15,000 for a Honda. I asked our trustee dad to invest mine wisely, including in Apple stock. By the time I gained full control, my portfolio had grown significantly—while my brother had nothing left.
I had helped him before—covering rent, car payments, even bailing him out once. But this time? They went too far.
One evening, his smug girlfriend showed up.
Her: “You got way more than my poor baby. That’s unfair.”
Me: “He got the same amount. He just spent it.”
She scoffed.
Her: “You had daddy invest! He didn’t get that chance.”
Me: “He could have. He didn’t.”
Days later, I got a letter. His girlfriend, a legal secretary, threatened that if I didn’t share, legal fees would drain my half anyway.
I sighed. I never wanted things to turn ugly.
I prepared to fight back but…karma got her first.

When our grandmother gave my brother and me equal investment portfolios, she hoped to secure our futures. While I let mine grow, my brother cashed his out at 19 for a new car. Years later, he and his girlfriend came demanding a share of my success.

At four, I got my account, and Liam, at 16, got his. Our dad managed them until we were old enough. Liam cashed out his $15,000 at 19 for a new Honda, while I wisely invested mine. By the time I had full control, my portfolio had grown significantly, but Liam had nothing left but regrets.

Over the years, I helped Liam when he struggled financially—rent, bills, loans. Each time, he promised it would be the last. But when he kept messing up, I started seeing the pattern. Then came the night Madison knocked on my door.

She demanded I share my wealth, claiming it was unfair that I had more than Liam, even though he spent his money. I refused, telling her he chose to squander his share. Her anger was palpable, and she threatened me, saying I’d regret it.

A week later, I received a letter claiming that I was legally obligated to share my wealth with Liam. Madison had forged it, pretending to be a lawyer. My lawyer confirmed the letter was fraud, and Madison was fired from her law firm.

A week later, Liam and Madison came to my door, desperate for money after her job loss. I refused to help. Madison insulted me, but I shut the door on them. The next morning, I found all my tires slashed. I reported it to the police and gave their names. My lawyer confirmed they were in deep trouble, and I felt no guilt. They tried to take what was mine, and now they would face the consequences.