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

As I stated in the first half of my post, many will find this unbelievable and long. Yes, I am aware there are similar sounding posts online already; I’ve seen a number of them now, but it’s not like those posters have a monopoly on this sort of shit happening to them.

If anything, I’m surprised this site hasn’t been better weaponized against this sort of thing since entitled people should be more afraid of getting outed here. But anyway, I do not blame anyone who calls bullshit; I would too if I was reading this.

However, by reading this and my first post, you’ll know just how messed up my parents are. In my life, they were the root of all evil that spoiled my brother into the asshole he is today, and never once have they given me a real reason for why, and I kind of fear there isn’t one.

Some people can’t explain why they make choices like child favoritism, so it’s all they can do to try and stand by the child they backed, which is exactly what my parents tried to do. I’ve practically destroyed their lives for it—not in the legal sense, but more an emotional one.

After I kicked my parents, brother, and sister-in-law out for trying to force me to hand over my new house to my brother, I immediately went to my social media and told the story to the whole family. It spread pretty fast, but you won’t find it now because it all got deleted some time ago and I put my own profile on private.

I posted about it because I knew that the first thing my family would do when they got home is try to twist the event to make me the villain, and I was exactly right. But I had about an hour to get started before them, and I had video evidence to back up my story about what they’d done.

No, I don’t plan on showing the video here, so don’t ask. Being preemptive worked because I got a fair number of family members on my side right away.

My parents, brother, and sister-in-law must have been all set to write their own post, but it was too late so they didn’t even bother trying to lie much. My parents, Dan, and Sil had a few flying monkeys supporting them but not much else.

Plenty of others knew how entitled they already were, so what happened was something they all quickly understood and accepted. There was one person in particular that called me—I don’t know who they were—but they ranted at me that I was a horrible brother and I needed to make way for a real family man.

I just ended the call and blocked the number. This didn’t repeat.

The week went by, and my parents showed up with Dan at my front porch just like they said they would in their prior ultimatum. They rang my doorbell like crazy and also pounded on the door until I finally answered.

I opened it just a crack, and they tried to shove their way in again, but I’d installed a couple of latch chains that prevented it and even braced my body against the door for good measure. My father and brother demanded I let them in, but I said I was recording everything on camera and would call the police if they tried to force their way in again.

My mother calmed them down and then, in her most sickly sweet tone, asked me if I was ready to let my brother move in. I told her and the rest of them to fuck off and never come back.

My mother put on the crocodile tears and asked me why I can’t just do this for Dan because he’s my beloved brother. I laughed and then bluntly said I do not love him as a brother because he treated me like shit for years and they only encouraged him to do so.

They are terrible parents, and he is a terrible brother. I then told them to leave or I’d be calling the police ASAP.

They all left surprisingly easily apart from my mother’s loud crying and the others giving me dirty looks. One could say making them leave was suspiciously easy.

I thought the whole mess was over, but I guess I should have taken them more seriously because they had other stupid plans. I came home later that week on Friday evening to find a moving truck and my brother’s minivan parked in my driveway.

It was Dan and his family. They’re moving stuff in.

He just waved to me with a shit-eating grin. When I saw him, I was furious and told him and the rest of his family to stop.

“Like it or not, they were moving in,” Sil said smugly to me.

Then, in the most fake way while tilting her head and puckering her lips, she added:

“It was okay because my mommy allowed it and I should always listen to what my mommy tells me.”

I seethed with rage just hearing those words and looking at her smug bitchy face, so I locked myself in my truck to call the cops right away. When they realized what I was doing, Sil started pounding on my window and yelling at me to stop.

“You can’t do this to her because she and Dan need the house,” she yelled.

“Why can’t you just do this for Dan?” she cried.

“Fuck Dan, it’s my damn house, not his,” I responded.

Then she threatened to key the side of my truck unless I stopped calling the police, all of which the 911 operator heard thanks to the window being slightly open. I told Sil if she damaged my truck, I’d sue her, and she was smart enough to retreat.

When the police arrived, Dan and Sil along with their kids locked themselves in my house. I told the cops what had happened as well as showing them my new driver’s license that had my current address on it.

Then, when we went to my front door, I saw that they’d changed the lock and the old lock was laying on the porch with the center of it drilled out. The drill they used was laying right next to it with a complete Harbor Freight drill bit set.

Could they have been any more stupid, leaving evidence out like that? I pointed out the broken lock and drill then gave the police a rundown on all the events that happened prior.

Well, I guess Dan called our parents over at some point after I arrived home because they showed up while I was talking to the cops. My parents immediately lied and started saying that I’d agreed to rent my house to my brother and his family.

I said that was an easily provable lie one way or another, so Dan and Sil finally came out of my house with some papers in hand. They both looked super smug like they’d somehow outsmarted me.

They’d actually drawn up and printed out a fake rental agreement, but my signature was not on it. There was one, but it looked nothing like my handwriting.

I don’t think any of them have ever actually seen my signature, so that was incredibly stupid on their part. I told my parents and Dan that was stupidly blatant fraud and if the cops investigated, they’d easily figure that out and I don’t think going to jail in court would do them any good.

It could even make Dan lose his job, which is his only means of providing for his family. I also said I would get a lawyer and sue for damages if anything of mine was lost, stolen, or broken, and I’d call CPS too for good measure.

Dan went white and looked really scared when I said all that, but my mother got between us and doubled down about how I should just do this for Dan and live in the damn camper so they can finally have a family home to themselves. I yelled at her that if she thought it was such a good idea, she could do it for Dan herself and let Dan have her house to himself instead.