I (38F) have two kids. My mom (64F) opened their college funds when they were born.
For nine years, I put $400 a month into each. The balances should’ve been over $47,000.
There are four grandkids total – mine and my sister Deanna’s two. Deanna hasn’t contributed to hers. Not once.
Three weeks ago, I logged into the plan portal to check balances before adjusting allocations. My daughter’s account was at $11,200.
I checked my son’s. Same thing. THOUSANDS missing. Withdrawals I never authorized, going back almost three years.
I called the administrator. They said the account owner – my mom – had made the withdrawals. Transferred to two other 529 accounts.
DEANNA’S kids’ accounts.
My husband Greg wanted to call her immediately. I said no. I wanted to do it in person. I wanted her to look me in the eye.
So I waited. Three weeks. Through soccer games and Sunday dinners, smiling at my mom like nothing was wrong.
Then came Deanna’s 35th birthday. Mom’s house. Twelve people. Cake, candles, the whole thing.
After dinner, I set the printed statements on the table in front of my mom and said, “Can you explain these withdrawals?”
The room went quiet.
My mom looked at the papers, then at me, and said, “Those are MY accounts. I can do what I want with them.”
Deanna turned to ME. “You couldn’t do this privately? You had to humiliate Mom on my BIRTHDAY?”
My dad told me to put the papers away. My aunt called me unhinged. My mom sat there with her arms crossed and said, “Deanna’s kids need it more than yours. You married well. She didn’t.”
Greg stood up and said, “That’s our money. Money WE earned. You STOLE from your own grandchildren.”
She didn’t flinch. “I redistributed what needed redistributing.”
My friends are split. Half say public confrontation was the only way because she’d have talked her way out of it privately. The other half say a birthday dinner was a low blow.
But after everyone left, my dad pulled me aside in the kitchen.
He was shaking. He said, “Your mother didn’t just move money between the kids.”
Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded envelope.
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