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

After a few weeks, my parents and brother along with his family came to visit completely unannounced to have a tour of my home. I didn’t even give them my address, so how they found out where I live, I still don’t know.

None of my friends have fessed up, and no prior family members visited me before that. I wonder if they stalked me at work and followed me home or something; it really wouldn’t surprise me.

Once I opened the door, they practically all shoved their way in like rambunctious tourists then just started making themselves at home. They all kept poking around, and my sister-in-law had this creepy smirk that she was repeatedly flashing me.

It was only later that I figured out why, and it made me madder than a bull on steroids that just got stung by a hornet. My parents were constantly talking about how I’ve got so much extra space now and it’s too much for someone like me who has no wife or kids.

Sure, not now, but maybe someday. My brother kept remarking about how there was more space than our parents’ house and my house was closer to his job too.

Red flags all around, I know. Eventually, my brother asked me to speak privately.

Everyone else suddenly left the room and piled out onto the front porch. That’s what finally made me realize they’d planned something.

My brother, let’s call him Dan for the sake of simplicity, said the house was too much for me alone and I should let him move in with his family because his wife is pregnant with kid number four and my house is much closer to his job.

He pointed out that I already have the camper, so I could just live in that outside while they live in the main house. I’d like to point out that Dan never once spoke of offering rent, mind you.

He’s got a good job. He also started talking about how there would be changes and even curfews and that I couldn’t just walk in at any time without prior notice.

If it weren’t my brother, I’d think the person I was talking to had lost their mind. But Dan lost his marbles long ago thanks to our parents treating him like he was the center of the world.

I tried to speak, but he kept talking over me as if I had no say in the matter. There was no way in hell I’d rent my house or parts of my house to him.

Other people, maybe, just so I can pay the mortgage off more easily, but certainly not him or his nasty wife. I’ve heard of this exact kind of situation in videos online many times, and never once did I think I’d actually live it because I thought it so ludicrous.

But my parents, brother, and sister-in-law do all fit the bill for a bunch of narcissistic entitled crazies. So I picked up my phone and set it to start recording, then just held on to it.

Dan didn’t even seem to care or notice that I’d done this and just sat there with his arms waving around while talking about all the reasons why he needed my house. Then he went from saying that to acting like it was a done deal and trying to reach out his hand to shake mine.

That’s when I finally showed my backbone.

“Hell no,” I said.

I said it loud enough that Dan stumbled backward for a second. I’d rarely ever raised my voice to him on that level because I was punished by our parents whenever I did, but this was my house, not theirs.

My spine can be as shiny as it wants here. I stood up and then told him that my house was not up for grabs and acting like I’ll let him move in just because they want it won’t make it happen.

I bought my house for me, and it’s not my fault he keeps having more kids and has to keep living with our parents because he can’t afford to move out. Dan got as physically close to me as he could without actually touching me.

“You don’t deserve the house, and I need a better place for my family to live,” he said.

I laughed back in his face and said that was total bullshit because I worked hard to be able to buy my house; of course I deserved it. Dan started yelling.

“You have no wife or kids and you don’t need all the space so you may as well give it to him,” Dan yelled.

I said I’m not giving him anything and he never even offered to pay me rent. If I let him move in, I’d still be covering the entire mortgage on my own house without even being able to live in my own house.

Then Dan told me that he shouldn’t have to pay rent because his family comes first and our parents said I was going to do this and that I will. I yelled as if their word was law or something and told Dan that they did not have the right or power to give my house to him.

Then, right on cue, my parents and sister-in-law barged back in through the front door and surrounded me to try and force me to agree. There was a lot of fighting, but to sum it up from this point on, I heard the line “just do it for Dan” way more times than I can remember.

In the fight, I told them all they don’t have a say in my life or my house and to get out before I called the cops. My sister-in-law screamed the loudest at me about how she was pregnant again and I can’t do this to her.

I said I did nothing to her; she just assumed she could take and take from me like I would just allow it. I had no obligation to her or her family.

Then I called her a stuck-up bitch who never had any respect for me so I don’t care what she thinks or how many kids she has. She won’t be living in my house.

Well, that made her angry enough to attack me. She got in one good hit on my face and tried to do more, but my brother held her back, kicking and screaming.

She kept demanding he let her go so she could scratch my eyes out. The phone I was holding recorded pretty much everything, so I held it up and said I was going to call the police if they didn’t leave right away.

My parents told Dan they were leaving.

“You have a week to come to your senses,” my mother said.

I told her I won’t be and to not come back. Then I told my sister-in-law that my phone recorded everything and if she tries anything, I’ll press charges for assault.

She screamed at me and then stormed out, loudly crying with her face in her hands. My mother was the last one out the door.

“You better do this for Dan and Sil,” she said.

I responded by telling her I won’t be.