I grew up resenting my aunt for being well-off but not helping us financially. When I started working, I promised myself I’d be a better version of her. I helped siblings, nieces, nephews, family — whoever needed it. Then Black Tax had me in a chokehold, and eventually debt started catching up with me. That’s when I learned to set boundaries. I finally understood that I don’t owe anyone financial support simply because we’re family. And, most importantly, I stopped feeling guilty about it. Funny how adulthood teaches you to understand the people you once judged.