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This tale started randomly when my boyfriend received an email I stumbled upon when we both used my computer for a bit in my apartement. It was written by someone presenting themselves as his aunt and demanding him to meet in private about an important matter concerning his cousin. I thought it was bullshit since he told me numerous times he had no family relatives, but I brought it up to him since he deserved to know.
He grew even paler than usual when I told him about it, and I helped him sit down. After some tea and reassurance he unloaded some backstory onto me. Even if we only recently began dating we’ve known each other since high-school, so he felt like I deserved to know.
He did not lie when he said he had no relatives, because he did not consider his "aunt, her husband and cousin" relatives, he called them “despairful leeches I’m ashamed to share blood with”.
His parents died when he was young in a convoluted plane crash, which of course left him traumatized as well as immense inheritance money. His custody was shifted to said "aunt and company", and they treated him like garbage. He’s an horribly unlucky person and every time something would happen he would be blamed for it in stupid ways. His "aunt" and her husband only took him in for the inheritance money, and his "cousin" would relentlessly bully him and take everything he had. The hell only stopped when one of the house maids called the Child Protective Services after walking in on him getting beaten by his "aunt" with a belt.
It was taken to court as the bunch of assholes wanted to keep him in their home to have free access to the money he inherited. Their terrible treatment was quickly exposed and he was taken away from them and his inheritance came back to him and only him. He was still a child so it became somewhat of a trust fund. His "aunt" and her husband were furious that “the cursed shitty kid” got away with the money and they needed it to raise “their little boy”, but they got nothing.
Their existence started to fade away from his life as he grew up. It started with angry letters and harassment but slowly died down as he ignored it. He also had a lot more to deal with, as again he was horribly unlucky and had started developing grave illnesses, among a lot of other fucked up things. It was completely behind him when he reached high school.
So receiving that email gave him a lot of unpleasant memories in the moment, but some relaxation made him calm down and remind him this was long since over.
I recommended that he ignore them. As an expert on shitty parents, as both a lawyer and a produce of shitty DNA donors myself, my favorite strategy with those people is either to sue them for every penny or turn away.
He shook his head and looked unsatisfied. Then he wore that malicious grin he always had when an absolutely terrible idea crossed his mind. He laughed and decided to answer his aunt's plea. Again, I strongly recommend against it, but it was his decision to make. I asked why of course, and he just answered:
“I just had an amazing gut feeling about this. I don’t know what kind of despair pushed them to reach out to me but I want to see it with my own eyes.”
I instantly understood what he meant: “They must be in super deep trouble and I gotta be there for the shit show.” A sentiment I agree wholeheartedly with. I love when we are just in sync like that.
He answered emails with her and he was right. They were in deep trouble, and all of my guesses were not nearly as close as what was actually happening.
His "cousin" was suffering from organ failure to the kidney, and needed a donor. His parents were tested but turned out negative, and since they were no other relatives than my boyfriend they had to reach out to him.
All of this in sweet, worrying “nothing bad happened between us” writing. I read efty amounts of bullcrap in my life but this was the fucking stinkiest. I wanted to puke at this stuff while my partner found it hilarious. I was really worried he might have a breakdown from all of this, but I was really proud of how he took it. Although from how clingy he was to me (and he’s already super clingy) during that time I’m sure it still affected him a bit. It was a bit hard to return the affections at first, since I’m really bad with that and we’ve only just started going out, but I tried my best and he was very patient with me. It was really sweet.
He and his aunt arranged for him to get tested at the hospital. I came with of course, for support and to drive him there. We arrive the cousin’s waiting room and here was demon#1 and demon#2 just overjoyed to see my boyfriend.
I have seen so many liars in my job and life I’ve become numb to it but I swear my stomach twisted like a damn wheel. I wanted to deck them in the face but I didn’t want to cause trouble to my partner. I just stayed in the back and let him handle it. When the asshole duo asked who I was he waved it off as being a friend, giving me the signal to hide our relationship. Sure, whatever.
He was tested to see if he could be a potential donor, and he was. Before I could say anything he smiled with his wide fake grin at the assholes and said he would donate. They even scheduled the operation!
I was floored. The douchebags left and I asked wtf was he doing, I hoped he really wasn’t going to give his damn organ for his abuser!
Well yeah, he wasn’t. He just wanted to give them hope before crushing it.
He used his ressources (money) to look more into the douchebags. Guess who needed a new kidney because they spent their whole life on drugs, alcohol and other happy substances? Damn karma feels fucking good.
The day of the operation rolled in, and right before it my boyfriend wanted to see demon#1, demon#2 and demon#3 to tell them something very important:
That he just cancelled the whole thing, that he would in no universe give his own organ to a piece of garbage that made his childhood hell, and that they could drop dead for all he cared.
The assholes were just in shock as he left, it was only after they all realized what happened that the screaming matches rang. We both ignored them and he even cuddled up to me to rub it in their face that he truly couldn't care less. We left and blocked them everywhere.
Of course they tried to sue us but the idiots didn’t know I’m a damn lawyer, and that refusing to give your organs is a very legal thing to do. When I sent them a paper warning them and being very upfront if they dared ever speak to my partner or me again I would sue them for all their worth surprisingly they backed off.
Demon#3 actually died not too long afterwards. My boyfriend had a rush of guilt and wondered a bit if he really should’ve given his organs. I told him it’s a valid thing to think about after the news but I was sure he made the right decision. He did not owe those people anything, and they are not entitled to his own fucking body of all things. It’s demon#3’s fault for drugging and drinking himself into a hospital bed. He realised that too and the guilt quickly went away, it probably sounds a bit morbid but it felt liberating to him, that he was able to stand up for himself, put his foot down and not give something of his away to people that didn’t even appreciate him.
He has come a long way and I’m very proud.