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

So I put my parents on the spot one more time and asked them what I ever did other than being born to deserve being treated so badly. When I finally have a bit of success in life, they want to snatch it away from me for their favorite child since they’d rather I give everything to Dan and have nothing for myself.

I bought my house using the money that I earned. I owe them nothing, and I won’t be asking anything from them ever again because clearly I will never be anything more than a doormat or a cash cow in their eyes.

I got no answers from them. They just stood there looking like fish out of water, so I continued ranting and asked them what in God’s name made them think they were such good parents after all of that.

My father was beet red, but more from embarrassment than anger this time, and my mother was crying that she was a horrible person. I bluntly agreed that she is a horrible person—they all are—and I bet they’ll go to hell for it too.

They were shitty people and they all knew it, but if I’d called them out on all this stuff in private instead of in public, they’d just get mad at me and still act like I’m in the wrong. They just kept up the denial for so long that it became a part of who they are.

My mother buried her face in my father’s jacket to cry, and my father looked more defeated than I’ve ever seen him. Dan and his family avoided me entirely as they finished putting everything back in the moving truck.

I made sure nothing of mine was stolen, not that I’d had a chance to get much furniture yet; I was lucky to even have a couch at that time. They all got back in their vehicles, and Sil just stood staring at me with malice until my brother finally got her to drive the minivan home.

As soon as they were all gone, I got back online again and spilled the beans on what happened. My parents were too embarrassed to even try and defend their actions this time.

While the family was somewhat split before this incident, it was now a landslide in my favor. Nearly all of the family has sided with me after this incident, and those who haven’t simply aren’t siding with anybody.

No matter how much my parents previously tried that “we did it for Dan” line, no one listened anymore, so any remaining familial support they had is now gone. Many in the family who I expected wouldn’t side with me did; that includes the former flying monkeys, so I guess they’d finally had enough around that time.

I offered to host half the family at next Christmas Eve in my new house. My parents were not invited.

I wasn’t blocked on my brother and sister-in-law’s profile, surprisingly, and I saw Sil had her fourth baby in early November. They are still living with my parents.

I’m pretty sure they knew I was watching because Sil kept making passive-aggressive posts every couple of weeks or so about not having enough space while living with my parents, probably to see if she can still guilt me. I’m sure it’s driving my mother and father up the wall because they aren’t getting any peace and quiet in their old age with three rowdy obnoxious kids, a mentally unstable Sil, my golden child brother, and a newborn baby in the house all at once.

Perhaps they could move into a camper in their own backyard and let Dan take over their house completely. They might get some peace then.

Yeah, they could do that for Dan. There were supposed to be more, but this post got way too long, so I’ll be posting a part three later.

I was trying to keep things to two posts, but I realized while compiling everything that part two was just too damn long, so I’ve divided it into a part three. For those who commented in mass to get cameras, I will when I can afford it.

I’m still in financial recovery from buying a house last year, and as far as I know, good cameras need a decent computer to record too, and I don’t have anything more than a three-year-old laptop that runs Windows 10. Yes, I am aware of doorbell cams; that will be the first kind I get.

For those who kept saying that I should have just gotten my brother and Sil arrested, the only reason I didn’t was because they are parents; their kids need them, and if Dan was arrested, he’d likely lose his job and without that, his family has no money. Sil has an only month-old baby right now; neither of them need to end up in jail.

But you don’t need jail for revenge. Police can help, yes, but I got payback without filing a police report.

Would I be this merciful again? More than likely not, and they know it.

I decided to wait on making an account and posting until after the New Year just in case more stuff happened, and it did. As previous readers know, my sister-in-law was making passive-aggressive posts on social media that were obviously directed at me, especially after she had her fourth baby in November.

She was posting the same repetitive nonsense over and over again. She just found semi-clever ways of rewarding it, but she pretty much kept regurgitating that she was tired of living with my parents, that there isn’t enough space, and she needs her own house, blah blah blah.

I know I sound dismissive, but live through what I have with these people and you’d be ready to sarcastically play tiny violins in front of them too. They’re just that bad.

Since I waited until January to make an account, more happened just like I thought. I stated before that I’d invited half the family for a Christmas Eve party at my house, and everyone I invited all came even though it was a fairly long drive of around three to four hours for them.

They wanted to come and show me their support. I was praised by them a lot for how hard I’d worked to get a house on my own and they were sorry for everything I’d gone through.

I was asked why I didn’t just take my camper and drive the three hours back to them instead of living pretty much homeless for so long. I had to sheepishly admit that I was very attached to living around here and I had my best employment opportunities in this area.

My hometown doesn’t have a lot of great job opportunities in my field, if any at all, and I wanted to make my own way as much as I could. It was an answer they overall accepted.

We moved on to having a rather nice party, the best I’d been in in years. Some relatives even brought CDs of great Christmas albums, and I have to say the one my uncle brought of Ray Charles was my favorite; he sings Christmas songs like no one else I’ve heard.

It was a grand and happy time. I felt like for once I could just forget my past issues and enjoy the moment.

But I wouldn’t be writing this if it had stayed that way. About two hours into the party, you know who showed up.

My parents, brother, and Sil popped in trying to look all smiles. They didn’t even knock, just walked right in my front door like they were meant to be there.

I shut off the music and told them to leave immediately. They begged to stay and said they brought gifts.

One of my uncles stood up and yelled at them before I got another chance to speak. He said they don’t deserve to be in my home or my life after the shit they tried to pull months earlier, and he was backed up by several other relatives.