Neglectful Dad & Evil Stepmom Tried to Kick Me Out of My Own House To Give It To My Spoiled…

The Sins of the Father and a Housewarming Envy

Now let me tell you about my dad. He’s kind of the main problem in all this, really.

He thinks whatever he does in life is justified even when it’s far, far from it because he’s lived a whole life, so he knows better. He says he regrets having me because I’m nothing like him. Thank God I’m not.

My mom was a strong woman. She knew her priorities well and took good care of my dad, but they fell out.

She used to tell me that Dad wasn’t a bad person, just a different person. No matter what happens, he’s always going to be my dad and I should never forget that.

But she was a good soul. She didn’t want to poison my thoughts against my father.

I’m sure he was as unbearable to her as he is today. They separated and divorced a few months later.

I was four years old at the time. And then two months after the divorce, my dad married Marissa.

They had Ash when I turned five, and then my mom died in a car crash. I can’t forget it because she was out to come get me from school.

She had always been on time. Just once she was ten minutes late. To me, it seemed like an hour, but it was ten minutes.

She got hit at an intersection by a drunkard. He survived and she did not.

He got a DUI in a few years and I was left alone forever. I waited in school and it took them two hours to come and get me.

I was lied to and confused since my dad had come. I’ll never forget his annoyance when he looked over at dead-face Marissa and asked what they should do about me.

She said: “Your kid, your problem.”

Precisely, Dad. Now you can’t come and tell me I’ll have to take care of your spoiled kid.

I have a stable job finally and manage a few small businesses on the side. I’ve worked really hard since I turned 15 and I’ve been earning since after boarding school.

I went to college, only visited during the holidays, so I’ve been out on my own since eight. I’ve put in a lot of effort to get where I am and recently bought a house.

It’s a nice little place, much better than the shared apartment I had with my friends. It was a life goal I thought I’d never achieve.

Thing is, I only just moved in last month. I may not like my family enough, but basic decency was to involve them in a moment this big, so I invited them to the housewarming too.

My dad’s reaction was pretty sad to watch. He looked envious to be honest, a little annoyed as he asked about the furniture, the architect, and the interior designer.

I told him what I thought was good enough info and he responded with taunts like: “I wouldn’t know, you never bothered telling me.”

He was trying to gain attention, making our weak relationship obvious in front of friends and work colleagues, even my boss. A week passed and I got a call from him.

I was at work and had this complex project to manage. He said he wanted to meet since it was urgent and I agreed.

I went home and saw a very angry Marissa and swollen red-eyed Ash giving me a side eye from the living room. Dad was in the kitchen taking out bottles of beer from the fridge.

He offered me one and I politely declined. Worried what he’d say, I asked him what he wanted me for.

He raised his brows and responded with another question. He asked me: “If I’d finally started giving a damn about us?”

I frowned in confusion because I didn’t understand what he was getting at. He asked me to join Ash and Marissa in the living room.

I nodded and went over to a couch across the two and sat down. Ash folded her arms and Marissa rolled her eyes.

Dad walked in and sat with them facing me. He put his beer bottle on the coffee table and leaned back.

He then asked me: “If I were blind?”

There was a pause. Confusion at my end and anger at theirs, probably.

Before I could respond, he added that it’s either I’m blind or I choose not to see things that need to be seen. He said I had probably gotten very proud ever since I got a house and refused to look at the people who actually mean something to me.

I sighed and asked him what he meant by all of that and requested that he’d be more clear. He blew sarcastically and then told me I was unbothered by the serious situation in the room.

He said that I chose not to see that the family was in jeopardy and I had decided not to offer to or be of any sort of help. Obviously, I asked him what jeopardy he was referring to.

He looked over at Ash who rolled her eyes and announced that she’s pregnant. Like any normal person, I wanted to congratulate her, but before I could, she started crying.

Marissa hugged her and told me I should know what’s going on at home, that I should care enough to ask. Dad said Ash has just found out she’s pregnant and the boy responsible has now broken up with her because of it.

Marissa added that Ash has decided to keep it and that is what we should base further decisions on. All I could manage to say was: “Can she afford it?”

I got a death stare by both Ash and Marissa and honestly, I meant well. It was my concern.

In my head, I had already assumed that maybe they want me to chip in with money to help her out, and I was genuinely ready to do that. But then Dad stood and walked over to my side and sat down with me.

He then said that that was why he called me. He said that he’s a good father to his girl and maybe my mother didn’t teach me how to be a good brother, but brothers would give their life away for the comfort of their sisters.

I beg your effing pardon. I know my financial input is needed, but I’m not dying for her.

I sighed and asked what he wanted me to do about it. He smiled and patted my back.

He said: “That’s my good boy.”

I gave a fake smile which got off my face the moment dad spoke his next few words.

“You’re giving your house to Ashlin.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

Immediately dad frowned. He asked me: “Why not?”

So I told him that I could help out with some cash, but the house is mine. I can lend her a room without rent until she can manage to pay for it.

Dad stood from his seat and shouted: “Nonsense!”

It makes perfect sense to me, Dad. But he insisted I not only give her the house but also move out and buy another for myself.

I argued that Ash couldn’t even afford to pay the bills and manage the house if she’s having a baby and unemployed. Dad told me that those would also be my responsibilities.

Excuse me? Hell to the no.

I was furious, but I had to remain respectful. So I got to my feet and told him that was not possible and that I would now be leaving.

Then I left. He didn’t stop there.