My neighbour (f51) , also the godmother of my brother (m18), has been kind of getting on my nerves for the last few months, but this was the final straw.

About 13 years ago, my mom (single parent) got sick and needed to be hospitalised for about 10 days. Me and my three other siblings were quite young, the oldest being 14 and the youngest being 5 at the time. My neighbour graciously offered to take care of us during that period: drove us to school and back, fed us,… All the costs were later paid by my mom who was recovering from surgery and thus not working (she kept all the receipts and gave them to her, which included all the groceries she did for just herself and her dogs).

She doesn’t have any kids or a partner, just her 5 dogs and her mom. During the period we spent at her house, we really bonded. I love animals, and she loved how well I took care of her dogs. I didn’t see her too often after that, just once in a while around the neighbourhood. We’d give each other flowers, things we didn’t need that we were gonna donate, etc.

Now, fast forward 13 years, she had been diagnosed with breast cancer and has been undergoing treatment for the past year. She doesn’t have anyone, so she’d often post things like her chemo appointments and stuff on her Facebook. One thing that did shock me was this: she posted about how she couldn’t rely on anyone during this time, even people she helped 13 years ago when they were ill, effectively taking a dig at us through social media. Me being 22 now, I feel like it’s kind of a lowly, cowardly thing to do, rather than just knocking on our door and being neighbourly. It’s not like we were ever that close, especially not for us to assume she saw us as her primary support system. But I recently spoke to her, when she was kind of guilt tripping me into visiting her more, and that “we’re neighbours and she’s the godmother of my brother. We should be closer. We shouldn’t go months without speaking.” Mind you, I’m 22 and have been away for college for a few years, and have since returned. I’m pretty busy with student jobs, volunteering, etc. so I’m barely home.

She recently gave us these pants she bought on Temu, which we ended up donating anyway. She described that it wasn’t the kind of pants she thought they would be. I dug through my closet for anything that might fit the description of what she was looking for. I went by her house and gave her the jeans. She was really grateful it seemed. She then suddenly remembered something. She had this E-bike in her garage that she hadn’t touched in nearly a year. She mentioned how she was going for another round of chemo, and that she felt dizzy because of it, and thus wouldn’t be safe to use it for the next couple of months. She said she’d give us the keys to her garage and the bike and that we could lend it. I was super grateful for the offer, because my bike is broken right now, and it might give me some time to save up to buy a new one. She led me to the garage and told me to give it a spin. The tyres were flat. She told me to simply inflate them and that I would be good to go. My brother had been looking to buy an e-bike himself, as he was going to study in another city next year and he doesn’t have a driver’s licence yet. I mentioned this to her, in case she was looking to sell it, as she hadn’t touched it in a year. She said that she wasn’t really interested in selling it, as she liked having both the car and the bike. I told her that was okay, but to keep my brother, her godson, in mind if she was looking to sell.

Now, two days ago, a mere two weeks after lending it, after she first gave me the keys, she asked for the keys and the charger for the battery back. She said she needed to “use” it. I told her the battery still had plenty of juice in it, but she told me to just give the charger anyway. I instantly gave both back. I did have an additional lock on the bike that I had put on it personally, so I could secure it at the train station and stuff.

Today, I asked her if I could borrow the bike, because I was gonna be late for work(my fault). She then told me that she’d sold the bike. She never mentioned she was going to sell it and even refused to sell it to her godson.

AITAH for wanting to cut off all contact with her from this point forward? Am I being too harsh?