My Parents Dumped My Disabled Sister On My Doorstep To Force Me Into Caregiving. I Called The Police And Aps On Them Immediately. Am I Wrong For Finally Choosing My Own Life?

Police Intervention

Tuesday evening, I was working on a design project when my doorbell rang. I looked at my phone and saw it was almost 7:00. The bell rang again. Then someone knocked hard. I got up and looked through the peephole.

My dad’s car was parked right outside my building with Holly visible in the passenger seat. My mom was at my door, knocking harder now. I stepped back from the door and my heart started racing. They’d done this before, but this time I wasn’t opening it.

My mom started yelling through the door about how I needed to help them, how they had an emergency and needed me to watch Holly for just a few hours. My dad joined her, his voice louder, saying I was being selfish and childish.

I grabbed my phone and called the non-emergency police line. The dispatcher asked what was happening, and I explained my parents were at my door refusing to leave after I’d asked them not to come here. She said an officer would come by.

My parents kept knocking and yelling for another 10 minutes. My dad said I was living in a flat that could house Holly while they struggled. My mom said I’d understand when I was older and had my own family responsibilities.

Then they must have heard the sirens because suddenly it got quiet, and I heard their car doors slam. By the time the officer knocked on my door, my parents had driven off.

The officer was this young guy who looked maybe 25. He took down my information and asked what had happened. I explained about the ongoing harassment and showed him the texts and emails. He wrote everything down and gave me a report number. He said if they came back, I should call immediately. After he left, I texted Amelia the report number, and she responded within minutes saying this was exactly the kind of documentation we needed.

Financial Threats

Wednesday afternoon, I was in the middle of a client call when my phone buzzed with a voicemail notification from a number I didn’t recognize. I finished the call and listened to the message. It was my dad’s voice, but calling from someone else’s phone.

He said they’d tried to be reasonable but I’d left them no choice. He said they were cutting me out of their will unless I stepped up for family like I should have years ago. He went on about how disappointed they were and how I’d regret this when they were gone and I had nothing.

His voice had this cold edge I’d never heard before. I saved the voicemail and forwarded it to Amelia with a message asking if this mattered. She called me back within an hour. She said this was financial manipulation and it strengthened my case significantly because it showed a pattern of using money and guilt to control me.

She asked if I expected to inherit anything substantial, and I said probably not much, maybe 20,000 if that. She said it didn’t matter what the amount was. What mattered was them using it as a weapon. She told me to save every voicemail like this and not to respond to any of their attempts to contact me. Hanging up the phone, I felt this weird mix of relief that the voicemail helped my case and hurt that my dad had actually said those things out loud.

Attacking My Livelihood

Thursday morning, I woke up to an email from Dante, my boss at the design company. The subject line said, “Private conversation needed,” and my stomach dropped. He asked if I could do a video call at 10:00. I spent the next hour getting ready and trying not to panic.

At 10:00, I logged in and Dante was there looking concerned. He said my parents had called again yesterday asking about my work schedule and whether the company offered family leave. He said he told them he couldn’t discuss employee matters with family members, but he needed to know what was going on because this was affecting my professional reputation.

I felt my eyes start to sting and I had to take a breath before explaining. I told him about my parents trying to force me into becoming Holly’s caregiver, about the harassment, about the lawyer I’d hired. I pulled up the police report on my screen and showed him Amelia’s contact information to prove I was handling this professionally.

Dante listened and his expression softened. He said he believed me and supported me, but he was worried about whether this would affect my ability to focus on my projects. I promised him it wouldn’t and said I was taking legal steps to stop the harassment permanently.

He said okay and told me to keep him updated if my parents contacted the company again. After the call ended, I sat there feeling shaky because I’d almost cried in front of my boss and because my parents were now actively trying to mess with my career.