My Family Kicked Me Out For Marrying An Egg Farmer. Years Later, They Were Begging At My Door…

Cutting the Cord

I couldn’t believe the audacity. Where did he get this arrogance from? How could someone who had once disowned me think it was acceptable to demand money like this, especially after all the years he had treated me like I didn’t matter?

I didn’t respond to his outburst. Instead, I asked something that had been weighing on my mind for a while.

“Who decided not to tell me about the move?”

I asked calmly.

“Huh? Of course, it was me and my wife. She’s a city girl, you know, and the moment I mentioned you she said we should cut ties,”

he said with no hint of regret.

That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t want to know more. I hung up, blocked his number, and tried to move on. It was clear to me now that my brother’s wife, whom I had never met, shared the same shallow values as my brother and parents.

The Parents Return

It dawned on me that if my brother had seen the television feature, it was likely that my parents had too. I wasn’t surprised when a few hours later another unknown number appeared on my phone. This time it was my father.

“Why are you the boss? Did you steal some man’s job?”

he demanded.

I took a deep breath and explained,

“Both Elliot and my father-in-law are heavily involved in the farming business. It’s only natural that we run it together.”

I gave him a brief explanation about large-scale farming consolidation and how it made sense for us to incorporate the business. Elliot and my father-in-law were both key figures in a local agricultural community, and together we had grown the business into something successful.

Maybe my explanation worked because my father’s tone shifted slightly.

“You’ve been distant. Why haven’t you contacted us?”

he asked.

Dumbfounded, I replied,

“You disown me, remember?”

I ended the conversation there and blocked his number as well.

Demands for Money

But it didn’t stop. Minutes later my mother called.

“Why aren’t you giving your brother money? I heard your business makes half a billion dollars a year. Send some of that home. We’re your real family and we raised you. At least give us 550 million or 500 million at the very least,”

she demanded.

Her aggression shocked me. Even though the business made substantial revenue, I had to cover expenses and pay employee salaries, so there wasn’t nearly as much left over as she assumed.

I exaggerated the financial situation a bit, but she didn’t believe me.

“You’re lying, that can’t be true,”

she snapped.

I was growing irritated. She had no shame in asking for money even though she had never supported me when I needed it most.

“I’m not going to send you money whether I have it or not. We’re strangers now,”

I said firmly before hanging up and blocking her number.

The Unwelcome Surprise

I thought that would be the end of it, but I was wrong. My parents, my brother, and his wife, who I had never met, showed up unannounced at my in-law’s house. My father smugly said,

“Sienna, we’ve got a surprise for you. We’re revoking your disownment.”

I was stunned. How desperate could they be for money? My mother-in-law, clearly uncomfortable, asked,

“What’s going on with you people?”

The tension in the room was palpable. My father-in-law and mother-in-law stared silently at my family while our employees gathered around watching the scene unfold with shock and disbelief.

My brother spoke up claiming,

“We’re your real family. We deserve the money you earn too.”

His wife nodded in agreement as if they had any right to my hard-earned success.

Standing Up

Furious, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I don’t think so,”

I said sharply.

“Even if we share blood, we have no emotional connection. You abandoned me, treated me like a stranger.”

As the emotional scars of my past started to resurface, I was on the verge of tears, but then Elliot stepped beside me standing tall.

“Sienna is part of our family now. We don’t need your disownment to be happy. Please leave,”

he said firmly.

The employees, sensing the situation, chimed in supporting us.

“How rude, what were you thinking,”

they shouted.

I realized then that I was surrounded by people who truly cared about me. This was my real family, and I felt a deep sense of happiness and belonging.

My brother, now red with anger, shouted,

“Shut up, shut up you country bumpkins. You’re all uneducated trash.”

The Final Triumph

Elliot, keeping his composure, responded calmly,

“Well both I and my father are Ivy League graduates, and Sienna graduated from a top university in agriculture.”

My brother’s face twisted in disbelief.

“What, Ivy League? Then why are you farming?”

he asked confused.

Surprised for my brother, whose only pride was his low-ranking university degree, this revelation was a blow. Elliot explained,

“Farming is a respectable profession. We’re able to apply everything we learned in college to our work.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. For the first time I felt relief.

“Brother, you’ve lost to Elliot in everything.”

With newfound confidence, I said,

“Let me be clear one last time: we are already strangers. I won’t lend, send, or give money to strangers. Please leave. If you make a scene I’ll call the police.”

Moving On

My in-laws and Elliot stood protectively by my side, and I felt an overwhelming sense of love and support. The employees echoed our sentiments, shouting for my family to leave.

My parents, brother, and his wife glared at us, but they couldn’t say anything more. They left in silence.

Later I heard from my cousin that my brother and parents had tried to start a business and failed miserably. They were now on the brink of bankruptcy, but that was no longer my concern. I had cut ties with them for good.

As for me, my life was flourishing. I was surrounded by a loving husband, wonderful children, and in-laws who treated me with the care and respect I had always longed for. Every day I cherish the happiness I had found in my new family.