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

They know I’m not to be fucked with anymore, so I could only wonder what they wanted this time. I picked a local restaurant that may have a name of an olive and a garden in it, and we met up there.

Dan was with them, but he kept his mouth shut most of the time. We had awkward greetings, ordered some drinks, and then cut to the chase.

My parents begged me to help Dan get his own apartment so he could finally move out. Apparently, Dan’s credit isn’t so great.

Gee, I wonder why. Could it be his wife regularly spends him into a hole?

Well, they asked that I help by either supplying some capital or by co-signing for the apartment and helping to pay the rent for it. I simply said no to both.

That’s when Dan spoke up in anger and yelled at me.

“I have so much and I don’t have a family to support like he does. He needed my help and I should be sparing the money for his family since I don’t have one myself,” he yelled.

I laughed and asked where they were when I needed their help. Oh that’s right, they were pointing and laughing at me for being homeless.

Or should we go further back to my childhood? I’d love to delve into that with plenty of ears to listen in around us.

My mother grabbed my hand and begged me not to speak of any of it. My father and Dan both just looked away and said nothing.

Pretty sure they wanted to say something like they used to at me, but held their tongues. I asked them if they thought I was rich or something, and their look said it all.

When I told them I don’t have that kind of money, they looked at me like deer in headlights. I broke it down about how much I’d managed to save for the down payment on my house and the way I had to live and work in order to save that much so fast, and then how I spent nearly all of it on the down payment of my house.

I’m still in financial recovery. I did have monthly income to spare, yes, but most of it was going right into my savings.

I asked Dan what his yearly salary was, and when he told me, I pointed out that it was actually a bit higher than mine. I then loosely broke things down in rough math in front of my parents on how about 70 percent of my income goes to my mortgage, insurance, gasoline, internet, phone, food, and other bills.

Then there’s maybe 30 percent of that left at most that I can put into savings, and I need that money saved to get back on my feet in time. I have to make sure I have savings to fall back on.

My truck is from the 90s; if it were to break down, I’d need money to either fix or replace it. There are other things one would need a rainy day fund for like home repairs, doctors, taxes, lawyers, or anything in general you’d need quick cash for when it’s a sudden unexpected expense.

As you can see, I just can’t spare money for Dan, and I also refuse to co-sign for anything as that would leave me on the hook for any bill Dan couldn’t or wouldn’t pay. Then I pointed out that that’s likely why my parents didn’t co-sign for Dan’s apartment themselves long ago.

My mother just started crying again. I was pretty much one step ahead of them in all of this.

I’m not an ATM and I’m not a fool, and I stated that right to their faces. I expected my father to become angry with me like he always does, but this time he just didn’t.

I’ve known this man to explode on me for the slightest provocation of not enabling my brother all of my life, but this time he just didn’t do that. There wasn’t even a sneer on his face.

The only way I could describe the look he had was regret and defeat. Maybe regret for being a shitty parent, or maybe regret because he can’t bully me around anymore; who knows?

Either way, my parents couldn’t really argue with me and I wasn’t about to give them any money. Dan just got up and said this was all just a waste of their time and that he was leaving.

My mother started apologizing for him, but Dan still wanted to leave. Then, just to kill with kindness, I offered to buy them a round of unlimited soup and salad while we were all there.

I guess they couldn’t turn down free food since we hadn’t ordered anything but drinks yet, and they stayed. I went out of my way to talk about anything other than money.

Dan remained quiet and was either eating his food or looking at his phone, but my parents just awkwardly talked with me. They brought up that they’ve recently joined a local Christian church and that they’d already been going for the last two weeks.

I said good for them, and they of course started trying to advertise that they’d like me to go too. I simply said no thanks and they were smart enough not to push further.

When the meal was finished, Dan left a $10 on the table for the tip and walked off without saying another word to me or anyone. My mother just excused his behavior and we all parted ways.

That was about it—not nearly as much drama as I thought there’d be, but this is still far better than how things used to be with my parents and brother. As for Sil, while she’s been regularly complaining online about my parents, she really doesn’t seem to like the fact that she’s not queen bee of their house.

I think her toxic is finally getting to them. Why else would they be so desperate to come crawling back to me?

Sil actually wants my parents to move into a camper like I had to do in order to make space in the house, and she’s being told no every time. She does seem to have a following of Karen-minded people like her though, because here and there I get messaged by someone I don’t know that are intent on raging at me for not giving up my house for Sil.

I don’t bother to argue with these people anymore; I just block and move on. Though there was one persistent troll who had my phone number and they call from a different number every time.

Yes, it seems to be the same person who called me to say I need to make way for a real family man like Dan, but I could care less. The calls, though, seem to have slowed down if not maybe stopped, because I made it clear to that person that they were only amusing me by keeping this up so long.

The last time they called was around the beginning of the month, and it’s been silence from them since then.

Well, I figured I’d wait half a year or so after the original post to update everyone, but it ended up being longer than that. Yes, things did go bad again, but not really for me for the most part.

I’m pretty much fine, if not almost unscathed since last Christmas, apart from the time my parents and Dan came to me for money as my last post told, and a more recent confrontation between me and Sil you will read about here. I did get a few cameras for my house, including a Ring doorbell in front.

I didn’t tell my family about the cameras just in case, but thus far no one has attempted a break-in. I think the way I outed them all before scared them into leaving me alone for the most part anyway.