They Kicked Me Out, So I Sold the House. The Aftermath Was Shocking

The Uninvited Guests

“We don’t need you anymore. Get out, you work-from-home freeloader.”

With my sister’s words, even my parents joined in the chorus.

“Get out!”

I’m fed up with a family that treats me and my dog as nuisances.

If they’re going to take that attitude, then I’ll do as I please.

Thus began my plan for revenge.

My name is Kathy, a 33-year-old single woman.

I work as a freelance web designer.

My job can be done just with a laptop, so I don’t work outside.

I have a workspace at home, and I work at my own pace.

Despite having such a great job, a disruptive presence began to intrude on my pace two years ago.

That was my father and mother.

One day, while I was working at home, my parents visited me.

As soon as they entered the house, they looked around the room and started this conversation.

“Mom, this house really is big. It seems like we could live here, too.”

“That’s right. It seems there’s even a spare room. Besides, it’s a waste for Kathy to live in such a good house by herself.”

“Yeah, let’s move in this weekend.”

“Agreed. Let’s do that.”

Ignoring my presence, my parents decided everything by themselves.

I had no intention of living with them and told them clearly.

“Wait a minute. I have no intention of living with you guys.”

“What are you saying?”

My father, his face turning red, yelled at me.

“This house was taken over by you, saying you wanted it from your uncle, trying to make it yours. There’s a limit to how low you can go.”

“Take over? I just had a proper conversation with Uncle and he gave it to me. Don’t make excuses.”

“Anyway, our old house is falling apart. Your mother and I are moving here this weekend.”

But actually, this house was given to me by my father’s brother, my uncle, who doted on me.

The title is still under my uncle’s name, but he told me I could use it as I like.

According to my father, the family home has become quite old and a full-scale renovation is needed if we continue to live there.

My mother is a housewife and my father’s salary isn’t that high, so renovation isn’t realistic.

So that’s why they set their sights on this house that I had inherited from my uncle.

I was definitely not thrilled about it, but my parents had already decided to sell their own home and claimed to have no other place to go.

I couldn’t just leave them hanging, so I reluctantly started living with them.

Constant Criticism and a New Arrival

However, the moment they moved in, my parents began throwing sarcastic comments my way.

“Hey Kathy, you’re already over 30, aren’t you? Don’t you have any plans of getting married?”

“I’m enjoying my work right now.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll never get married. Why don’t you learn something from your sister?”

“My sister’s married life isn’t going that well, is it? Anyway, I’m fine for now.”

That’s when my mother, who had been listening, interrupted.

“Hey, don’t badmouth your sister like that. Unlike you, she’s married and she’s even working for a company, you know.”

“I might not be married, but I’m doing a decent job, too.”

“You’re always just messing around on your computer. You’re probably making money through some shady means, aren’t you?”

“Shady means? I’m making a living doing legitimate work. No need to worry.”

“How dare you talk back to your mother! You really are the complete opposite of your sister.”

That’s how it was.

My parents constantly compared me and my sister.

Sure, my sister works for a company, but she’s just a temp in an office job.

I don’t look down on temps, but I certainly earn more than she does.

I understand that people from my parents’ generation don’t quite grasp the concept of working from home, but it was still hurtful to be constantly belittled.

Then one day, as I was preparing dinner in the place of my ever-idle parents, the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

To my surprise, it was my sister Sandy, burdened with a huge amount of luggage.

“Huh? Sandy, what’s going on?”

“Long time no see, Kathy. This is sudden, but I’ll be living in this house from today.”

As I failed to grasp the situation, I blurted out a bewildered, “Huh?”

“What a large house! If Uncle was going to give it to someone, he should have given it to me.”

“Whoa, hold on. Living here from today? I didn’t hear anything about this.”

“Didn’t Mom and Dad tell you? I got divorced, you see.”

“Divorced?”

“So I’ll be counting on you from today.”

Ignoring my shock, Sandy trudged upstairs and promptly took over an empty room.

Despite my best efforts to resist, my parents sided with my sister Sandy and I couldn’t do anything about it.

From that moment, my stress just kept piling up.

Sandy had quit her job after her divorce, spending her days talking ill of me with our mother.

“Hey Mom, isn’t this dress cute?”

“Oh yes, indeed, Sandy. You’re so pretty, it will definitely suit you.”

“Do you think so too? It’s totally not something Kathy would wear, right?”

“Well, Kathy is a bit plain, you see. That’s why she can’t get hired anywhere. All she can do is play online at home.”

“Mom, you can’t just say the truth like that!”

By my side, as I was preparing for dinner, they made sure I could hear their conversation.

I was dying to retaliate, but doing so would only give them what they wanted.

So, no matter what they said, I just continued to live without any reaction.

Muffin Joins the Family

Then one day, a friend of mine had a litter of four puppies and I decided to adopt one of them.

I named him Muffin.