I Cared for My Paralyzed Father for Three Years, but They Called Me a Fake Filial Son. Now I Refuse to Serve Him, and He’s Begging Me to Come Back

I’ve spent three years caring for my dad, who’s bedridden and paralyzed. Today, as usual, I was wiping him down when he suddenly said coldly, “You’re pretty good at putting on an act.” “Don’t think I don’t know you’re only taking care of me to earn a reputation as a dutiful child, and to get the two properties in my name.” “But don’t even think about it! I’ve had everything notarized. One of my properties goes to your sister, the other to your brother!” I froze.

For three years, I’d come over early every weekend and visit him from time to time on weekdays, too.

I paid for the caregiver, his medication, and his hospital bills all by myself.

I thought Dad would know I was genuinely looking out for him, but he thought I was faking it.

I thought of the posts I’d just seen on my social media feed.

My little sister was on vacation, and my older brother and his family were at a water park.

I was the only one stuck at the hospital, struggling to care for Dad, and now I was getting chewed out for it.

I tossed the towel into the basin and looked at Dad with a cold smile.

“You’re right. I was putting on an act. Well, I’m done pretending. Let the other dutiful children take care of you.”