The Price Of Petty

Forty thousand dollars. Im never getting it back.
I stared at the screen of my phone, my cousins social media feed searing my eyes.
A photo of a new house key, tied with a cheap, festive bow. The caption: Finally have a place of our own.
The phone rang. It was him.
Riley, forty grand is nothing to you, but I was that short on the down payment. Cant you just wait a little longer?
I let out a short, hollow laugh.
Two years ago, he was on his knees, crying, calling it life-saving money, promising to repay it in three months.
Two years. Not a penny seen.
Jake. I opened my photo album and pulled up the screenshot. You say you dont have the money to repay me, but that new house key on your feeddid that come free with a phone upgrade?
Silence hung on the line.
1
I remembered the whole thing with crystal clarity.
March 2023. My cousin, Jake, called me out of the blue, his voice shaking.
Riley, you have to save me.
I was working late, and the panic in his voice made me think it was an emergency.
Whats wrong?
The business is in trouble. Vendors are demanding payment, and I cant cover the gap. His voice hitched. Im only short forty thousand. Three months, I swear, Ill pay you back in three months.
Forty thousand.
It was everything I had saved from five years of working. My entire nest egg.
Jake, I
Riley, Im begging you. A choked sob came over the phone. Youre my last hope. The banks wont touch me. I even took Aunt Brendas retirement money to fill the holes. Im totally cornered.
I hesitated for a long time.
Growing up, Jake had always been decent to me. When I got bullied in elementary school, he was the one who stood up for me. The year I applied to college, Aunt Brenda brought me her famous chicken casserole.
Will you write an IOU? I asked.
Yes! Absolutely, I will! He sounded like Id thrown him a life raft. Im coming over right now. Ill write it in front of you.
An hour later, Jake was on my doorstep.
He actually dropped to his knees.
Riley, this money is my life. His eyes were red as he handed me the handwritten IOU. Three months. I will pay it back. If I dont, you can take me to court.
My mother, Patty, stood by, sighing. Jake, get up. Were family. Why are you doing this?
I didnt say a word. I opened my banking app and transferred the $40,000.
As the transfer confirmation dinged, he bowed deeply.
Riley, Ill remember this kindness for a lifetime.
A lifetime.
I found the word sickeningly ironic now.
Three months later, I called him.
Jake, about the money
Riley, I was just about to call you. His voice was lighter, easier. Things are still a little tight. Give me two more months, and Ill definitely have it.
I said okay.
Two months later, I called again.
This time, he didnt pick up.
I sent a text. He replied: Super busy lately. Ill be in touch in a few days.
A few days turned into a few weeks, which bled into a few months.
I soon realized hed put me on a restrictive list on social media.
Everyone else could see his posts about dinners out, weekend trips, and new clothes.
I only saw generic reposts about organic eating or lame dad jokes.
I called my Aunt Brenda and asked how Jake was doing.
Jakes doing great, she said cheerfully. The business is slowly turning around.
I asked, What about the money he borrowed from me
Aunt Brenda paused for a second, then laughed. Riley, honey, were family. Whats the rush? The minute Jake has it, hell pay you back.
The minute he has it.
But when was that minute, exactly?
In early 2024, I tried a few more times. Jake either didnt answer or told me, Just be patient.
I tried to be patient.
In mid-2024, my dad, Frank, went in for a routine check-up and they found a serious issue. The doctor said he needed surgery, and the out-of-pocket cost would be about $8,000.
I tallied my savings$5,000.
My monthly salary was decent, but after rent and expenses, I could only bank four or five hundred a month. Two years of diligent saving had yielded less than five thousand.
I was $3,000 short.
I called Jake again.
Jake, Dad needs surgery. Can you pay back just a partial amount? Three thousand would be enough to cover the rest of the bill.
He was silent for a long moment.
Riley, I truly dont have it. He sighed, sounding put upon. You know how bad business has been. Cant you figure out something else?
I said, Jake, I loaned you forty thousand dollars.
I know I owe you! His voice grew impatient. But what do you want me to do? You make a good salaryforty grand is just two years of work for you. I needed that money to save my business!
My hand, clutching the phone, was shaking.
Jake, you promised me three months.
I told you I dont have it now! He suddenly raised his voice. Why are you so petty? Its not like Im never going to pay you back!
Petty.
The word felt like a physical slap across my face.
I hung up, sat on the edge of my bed, and felt my eyes sting.
Forty thousand. When I gave it to you, you cried on your knees.
Now my dad needs surgery, and you call me petty.
That night, I couldnt sleep.
I opened my phone and went to Jakes social media.
He had changed his privacy settings to show only six months of posts, but they were still the same generic wellness garbage.
I switched to an old burner account I never used.
I wasnt connected to him on that one, but some of his posts were public.
And there it was
October 17, 2024. A photo of a new house key with a festive bow. Caption: Finally have a place of our own.
October 25, 2024. A picture of a new car key, a Honda logo glinting. Caption: First new car. Time to celebrate.
December 2024. Photos of a minimalist-style living room. Caption: The place is slowly coming together.
I stared at the screen, a cold dread washing over me.
He said he couldnt pay me back. So where did the money for a house and a car come from?
I saved the screenshots, my heart hammering against my ribs.
The next day, I called Jake.
Jake, I saw your social media.
What social media? His voice was instantly guarded.
The new house, the new car. I took a deep breath. I thought you didnt have any money.
He hesitated, then laughed awkwardly. That was my mother-in-laws money. What does that have to do with you?
What does it have to do with me?
Merediths mother loves her daughter. She helped us with the down payment and the car. Thats her money. I didnt use your loan to buy a house.
I was shaking with anger.
Jake, you owe me forty thousand dollars.
I know I owe you! He was annoyed now. But I genuinely dont have the cash right now. What do you want me to do? Sell the house to pay you back?
I didnt answer.
Riley, youre in your twenties, how are you this clueless? He sighed patronizingly. Im trying to make things work. Just be patient. When Im back on my feet, Ill pay you back.
Be patient.
I had been patient from 2023 to 2025two long years.
My dad was in the hospital, and I was $3,000 short of his surgery bill.
And my cousin, living in a new house and driving a new car, told me to be patient.
Jake. My voice was surprisingly calm. Im not waiting any longer.
What does that mean?
It means Im getting my money back.
The line went silent for a few seconds. Then, he chuckled.
Riley, how do you plan to do that? Sue me?
I tightened my grip on the phone.
If you insist on going through legal channels, go ahead, he said lightly. The house isnt in my name anyway. You wont get a thing.
Who said the house isnt in your name?
He froze.
I looked at the photo of the new house key on my screen and gave a small, humorless smile.
Jake, your caption says, Finally have a place of our own. I enunciated every word. Our own, not your mother-in-laws.
Dead silence.
Ill have my lawyer check the deeds, I said. Youd better pray that house is truly not in your name.
I hung up.
2.
The next day, my mom, Patty, called, sounding conflicted.
Riley, your Aunt Brenda stopped by earlier.
My stomach dropped. What did she say?
She said Jake is under a lot of pressure, that business is rough, and that you shouldnt push him so hard. Mom sighed. She also saidwere family, and talking about money just ruins the relationship.
Talking about money ruins the relationship.
I let out a cold snort.
Mom, was he worried about ruining the relationship when he begged me for the money?
I know, but Mom hesitated. Aunt Brenda also brought up how much they helped us when you were getting into college.
I was stunned.
What help?
She mentionedJake used to tutor you in high school, and that Uncle Gary helped your dad get that job years ago.
I took a deep breath.
Mom, you and Dad had to borrow money for my tuition, and it took three years to pay off. Jake tutored me? His math grade was a D, what could he have tutored me in?
My mom fell silent.
And Uncle Gary getting Dad a jobthat was fifteen years ago! Dad quit after a month because the pay was barely minimum wage. My voice shook slightly. Mom, Aunt Brenda is just using moral blackmail.
I know, I just Mom sighed again. I worry about you causing a family rift over this.
Mom, forty thousand dollars. I gripped the phone. I want to preserve our family ties, but what do they think I am?
Mom was quiet for a long time before saying, Do what you think is best, and hanging up.
I sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Our family was never the rich one among the relatives. My dad was a blue-collar worker, and Mom worked the checkout counter at a grocery store.
Uncle Garys family ran a small business and had a lot more disposable income.
I remembered going to their house when I was a kid. Jake had a pile of expensive toys, and I could only watch.
Aunt Brenda would smile and say, Riley, just play with them. Were family.
But the moment I actually reached for one, she would say, That one is expensive. Be careful not to break it.
Were family.
It was the most convenient phrase.
We were family when he needed the loan; we were family when he didnt want to pay it back.
But why did the idea of family only apply to my need to concede?
I opened my laptop and started gathering the evidence.
The bank transfer record: March 15, 2023. Transfer of $40,000. Memo: Loan.
The text messages: Jakes promise to repay in three months. The timestamps were undeniable.
The IOU: Handwritten, signed, dated, with the amount clearly stated.
The social media screenshots: New house keys, new car keys, renovation photos.
I exported everything, saved it on a flash drive, and printed two copies.
Then, I drove to the law office.
The lawyer was a sharp, thirty-something woman named Ms. Shaw. She had a no-nonsense air about her.
Ms. Green, your case is very strong, Ms. Shaw said after reviewing the materials. The IOU, the transfer record, the textsyou have everything. The chances of winning in court are excellent.
I need to know if that house is in his name.
Ms. Shaw nodded. I can run a property deed search for you.
And if it is?
Then we can file a lien against it, she explained. After the court judgment, if he refuses to comply, we can petition for a forced sale.
I took a deep breath.
One more question, I said. What if he tries to transfer the property before the trial?
Ms. Shaw looked at me knowingly. Do you suspect he might?
He claimed his mother-in-law bought it. I worry he might sign it over to his wife beforehand.
Any malicious transfer of assets during the litigation process can be clawed back by the court, Ms. Shaw stated. And the act itself only hurts his credibility.
I nodded.
Ms. Shaw, I want to file the lawsuit.
Ms. Shaw looked at me and smiled reassuringly. Lets do it.
Leaving the law office, I sent Jake a text message.
Im giving you one last chance. Repay the $40,000 within one week. Otherwise, Ill see you in court.
The message showed as Read.
He didnt reply.
Three days later, Aunt Brenda called.
Riley, why are you suing your cousin? Her voice was tearful. Were family. Cant we just sit down and talk about this?
Aunt Brenda, Ive been sitting down and talking about this for two years, I replied calmly. Every time, he tells me to be patient. Now, a whole year later, I havent seen one cent.
Jake really doesnt have the
Aunt Brenda, I cut her off. His down payment for the house was $75,000. His car was $20,000. Thats $95,000. Are you telling me you truly believe he doesnt have $40,000 for me?
Aunt Brenda paused.
Hethat was his mother-in-laws money.
Was it? I retorted coldly. Do you even know whose name the house is in, Aunt Brenda?
She didnt answer.
Aunt Brenda, I dont want to escalate this, I said. But my dad needs surgery, and I need the money. You were there when I loaned your son $40,000.
Riley, listen to me
Aunt Brenda. I interrupted her again. Im only going to ask you one thing. If I had borrowed $40,000 from Jake two years ago, refused to pay it back, bought a house and a car, and told him to be patient, what would you do?
Dead silence on the other end.
Ill wait one week, I said. If he pays me back in that time, this is over. After that, we go to court.
I hung up.

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