I stopped answering some people a long time ago. They were part of my daily life once — names I could call, faces I could expect at the door — until the promises, the excuses, and the costs piled up until they became unlivable. This is not a score-settling post. It is a close look at a pattern I lived through: how a couple of people, acting like helpers, quietly turned access to shelter, cash, and favor culture into leverage. I am writing this to make sense of what happened, to give other survivors language for the same slow erosion, and to point at the cracks in the systems that should have stopped it.