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

I didn’t want him to sleep in the house, so putting him in the camper was the best option. Just because that bitch fucked him over doesn’t mean I suddenly trusted him, so better for him to sleep it off in the camper.

We both spent time in the camper playing games and watching movies on my portable DVD player. Poker was no fun with just two people, and Old Maid was just boring.

Thankfully, I had an Uno deck too and an old-school Battleship game; he really liked those. It was enough to keep him distracted until he was finally willing to lay down.

After running out of whiskey, he threw up a lot of it in a bucket anyway, but he was not opposed to sleeping in my camper. In fact, he found the idea kind of cool.

Dan had a lot of questions for me as to how I’d lived in the camper for as long as I did, and I answered them all, if not just to keep him busy. But I needed to go to bed myself since I had to be up early, so I left him with my portable DVD player and a couple of movies.

That way, he could amuse himself alone for a while if he even managed to stay awake. Before leaving for work in the morning, I popped in while Dan was passed out in the bunk and left a bottle of ibuprofen and an energy drink on the counter of the camper’s kitchenette along with his car keys and a letter explaining to leave through the backyard gate.

He saw himself out without trouble around 1:30 p.m. About a month after ex-Sil, AKA that bitch, was kicked out, Dan came to me asking to borrow my camper.

I guess he found it more comfortable than I’d thought when he slept in it. He fully admitted he didn’t ask sooner out of pride, but with his soon-to-be ex-wife out of the house, he decided to give up his room for his eldest kid.

He’s got two girls and a boy, with the boy being the eldest and now eight years old. The kids were all forced to share a room until that point.

They just had curtains up for the boy’s half of the room, but the boy often slept on the couch to avoid his sisters. I know the poor kid was really desperate for his own room, so I guess Dan decided to finally make a better decision as a dad and came to see me in order to beg to borrow my camper so his son could have his room.

If he could have afforded it, he’d have bought his own camper instead of relying on me and even said as much. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to use the camper for actual camping yet, but I caved and let him use it since it was actually for a good cause and he promised to buy his own in time anyway.

No, I didn’t ask for rent money for the camper; Dan is in enough of a financial hole as it is right now. Ex-Sil and the divorce drained him, and I’ve learned that I get far better results with family lately by not being spiteful.

I loaded my camper up and put it down in my parents’ backyard, and my father put in a 30-amp breaker so it’ll have enough power for Dan to run heat and AC when he needs it. I do miss the camper after all that time living in it; it kind of felt like it was a part of me.

But the only reason I loaned it out was for the sake of Dan’s kids. Pretty much the only reason I still do anything for my parents or Dan is for the sake of those kids as I’ve bonded with them.

And yes, I know I may not get the camper back for quite some time and likely not in the kind of condition I lent it out in. But I’ve warned Dan and my parents that they will be financially responsible for any damage they do to the camper as well as its upkeep for as long as they have it.

I also took many timestamped pictures and video of the camper inside and outside before lending it out so I can prove its condition before it left. Dan even recorded a video with me agreeing to my terms, so that’s as good as a contract.

With the financial drain of the divorce, Dan’s not going to be able to get a place of his own for years, I’ll bet. Though he seems to have no complaints about living in the camper at least, but I don’t know if he actually likes it or if he’s just putting up a front.

But I can guess it reminds him of the backyard forts we had as kids since that’s how it felt with me sometimes. Either way, he’s living in it now.

I did get some major props from the extended family for letting him borrow it too. I’m now referred to by a lot of them as “the good brother Dan doesn’t deserve.”

Either way, I think getting rid of Sil was a great first step in mending the family as a whole. I still have little care for my brother and parents after the way they treated me all my life, but I’m not going to let Dan’s kids suffer for it.

Those kids have actually really warmed up to me; they’re actually happy to see me when I come over or when they visit me. I’ve even babysat a few times.

Now that they don’t have their mother’s toxic around, they’ve become much nicer kids, especially to me. I’m actually getting to enjoy being an uncle now.

My mother is still doing the bulk of the parenting for my niblings, and she’s been acting as nice as possible to stay on my good side. My father often looks very defeated in my presence, but otherwise, he’s been either stoically quiet or just generally nice to me.

But he won’t talk to me much, though that’s leagues better than how he was before at least. I’m not letting my guard down either way.

My parents do seem more happy that my ex-sister-in-law is gone, and they often say they don’t know what they ever saw in her. My mother especially, because the two of them butted heads over who was mom in the house for a long time.

Now for the last part: at the same time as the divorce, Dan sued to have his name removed from the birth certificate of the baby that wasn’t his. That bitch didn’t really want to change it because it meant no more child support from Dan.

As she did, however, there was a court-ordered paternity test for the man identified as the baby’s father. I was prepared to laugh in case it turned out he wasn’t the father either, but he was.

Dan’s lawyer had a long talk with ex-Sil’s lawyer. Ex-Sil had no leg to stand on and Dan was ready to go to bat to make her situation even worse.

She didn’t have the finances to fight him any longer and agreed to changing the birth certificate. The bronze-tongued loudmouth who’d knocked her up did man up to take financial responsibility as a parent, but he ended up not staying with Sil.

He contacted Dan through his lawyer to tell him he’d broken up with that bitch and that he wouldn’t bother him again. I checked the social media of that guy after Dan linked me to it.

The loudmouth was upset that now he’s financially responsible for a child he never planned to have and that he’s too young for this. Guys, from what Dan’s lawyer was able to find out, that man is just over 40.

He looks younger than he is, but he’s by no means a young man. Shortly after that, he put his online profile on private.

Ex-Sil did the same with hers a long time prior, so I have no more information left to give. This may be the end.

Ex-Sil is out of our hair, my parents and brother have finally made a real effort to be better people, I’m surprisingly happy as an uncle, and my house is still my house.

No surprise, ex-Sil saw my Reddit posts. She can’t contact me about them in any way but with a lawyer thanks to my restraining order against her, and she likely can’t afford to get a lawyer right now anyway since the divorce financially drained her too.