My Entitled Family Wants to Take My House and Give It to My Brother, Even Though They Kicked Me Out.

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My entitled family wants to take my house and give it to my brother even though they kicked me out of their home because they had no space for me. I’ll warn everyone here that this is going to be very long, so long that I’m splitting it into two posts and including a TL;DR for each.

I also really don’t care who believes this; it’s just so crazy that I don’t blame anyone who calls BS. I won’t argue about it, but this happened to me.

I also really don’t care if anyone in my family sees this. I’m not going to sugarcoat anything, but I’m also not going to reveal any details that clue anyone into who I am that doesn’t already know me.

I’m a single man in my early 30s. I’ve got a brother who’s 29, and he’s already got four kids. He had his first at 22, and the second followed a year later, then the third two years after that, and the fourth is the most recently born a couple months ago.

His wife, my sister-in-law, and I do not get along as she always likes to try and get a rise out of me by acting superior. She then turns into an extreme self-victimizing drama queen if I retaliate against her in any way.

She can cry in an instant and can put on an extremely convincing show to get sympathy from just about anyone. My parents and brother absolutely adore her even though they know exactly how she really is and just don’t care.

She’s very good-looking, I’ll give her that, but she’s so awful that I could never be attracted to her. She also refuses to get any sort of job even though she has a college degree, and my mother willingly helps with the kids all day.

Their finances are entirely dependent on my brother. This also means they can’t afford to live anywhere but my parents’ house, and privacy is a bit of an issue with all of them under one roof in a three-bedroom house that was built in the 60s.

Growing up, my younger brother was also the obvious favorite. We’re three years apart in age, but he developed a superiority complex because I was badly punished if I retaliated against his antics in any way.

Back then, it was obvious my parents cared for him a lot more because he got the lion’s share of everything unless people called him out on it. This did happen a fair bit by other members of the family, which is why my parents packed us all up and moved us about 150 miles away from them.

Since it was a three-hour drive, they generally only would see us on holidays. My brother got physically abusive towards me on a number of occasions, flirted relentlessly with my first girlfriend to the point she broke up with me, and laughed at any misfortune I had.

My parents just told me to suck it up whenever I was upset about it. I only got equal treatment when my parents wanted to keep up appearances.

I admit it was rather funny to see the looks on their faces whenever they had to treat me equal to my brother on birthdays and Christmas because other people were present. We had relatives that were very nosy and loved gossiping drama, so my parents did their best to hide what was really going on and threatened to take all my stuff away if I didn’t keep my mouth shut.

If anything, it just made my parents celebrate more when I turned 18 and moved out because it meant they no longer had to provide for me. I wasn’t even done with high school yet when I moved out, but couch surfing was far better than living with them.

I was low contact ever since leaving home. They didn’t even show up for my high school graduation, but I really didn’t care.

From that point on, I would usually only see my parents and brother on holidays like the rest of the family. The start of the 2020 pandemic was not kind to me.

I lost my job and couldn’t renew the lease on the condo because my roommate also lost his job and neither of us could afford the place on unemployment money. It was a rented two-bedroom condo that I really loved.

As the lease was ending, my roommate left early to move back in with relatives, and I had to sell nearly all of my stuff because I was soon going to be homeless if I didn’t downsize to an extreme. I really shouldn’t have rented a place that was so expensive, but I liked living the high life until that life wasn’t kind to me.

I realized I should have been living somewhere far cheaper so I could have saved more money to fall back on, but I had a plan. I own a truck simply for the fact that I’ve always loved trucks, so I found a $1,000 camper in good shape and put it on my truck just so I could live out of it for a while.

It was supposed to be temporary, but I ended up living out of it far longer than I ever thought. I originally was hoping to be able to live out of the camper at my parents’ house where my brother and his family still reside as well.

When I asked my parents to let me stay for a while, they told me they had a full house and didn’t want me there, plus we hadn’t exactly gotten along in the past decade.

“They’d only agree to let me park my camper there if I paid them basically what it would cost to rent an apartment in my area,” they said.