I Sent Money Home to "Save" It. My Family Spent Every Rupee.

I lived like an ascetic for four years so my family could build a safety net. I shared a tiny room with three people, ate basic meals every night, and skipped every social outing, vacation, or personal purchase. Every single month, roughly 70% of my paycheck went straight back home. The agreed plan was clear: my parents and elder brother would keep it in fixed deposits and safe investments so that when I finally return, I’d have capital to buy a home or start a business. Last week, I asked for the account statements because I was planning my next steps. There is nothing left. Zero. My brother used a huge chunk to fund a failed business venture nobody told me about. My parents used the rest for extended family weddings, lavish gifts, and lifestyle upgrades to "keep up appearances" in our hometown. When I broke down on the phone and asked why no one consulted me, my mother got defensive: "You make good money abroad anyway. Is money more important to you than your own blood?" I didn’t just lose four years of grueling hard work and life savings. I lost the illusion that my family viewed me as a human being rather than an offshore ATM. Now I’m sitting alone in my rented room, realizing that while I was sacrificing my youth to build a future for all of us, they were just enjoying the free ride. For anyone providing for family from a distance: how do you set financial boundaries before you end up completely empty-handed and resentful?