My entitled family wants to take my house and give it to my brother, even though they kicked me out of their home because they had «no space» for me…

This story has already been uploaded to my channel months ago, but recently there have been new updates that might interest you. I will leave the timestamp in the description for you to skip the old bits. My entitled family wants to take my house and give it to my brother, even though they kicked me out of their home because they had no space for me.

I’ll warn everyone here that this is going to be very long. So long that I’m splitting it into two posts and including a TLDR for each. I also really don’t care who believes this.

It’s just so crazy that I don’t blame anyone who calls BS. I won’t argue about it. But this happened to me.

I also really don’t care if anyone in my family sees this. I’m not gonna sugarcoat anything. But I’m also not going to reveal any details that’d clue anyone into who I am that doesn’t already know me.

I’m a single man in my early 30s. I’ve got a brother who’s 29, and he’s already got four kids now. He had his first at 22, and the second followed a year later.

Then the third two years after that. And the fourth is the most recently born a couple months ago. His wife, my SIL, and I do not get along as she always likes to try and get a rise out of me by acting superior.

Then turns into an extreme self-victimizing drama queen if I retaliated against her in any way. She can cry in an instant and can put on an extremely convincing show to get sympathy from just about anyone. My parents and brother absolutely adore her, even though they know exactly how she really is and just don’t care.

She’s very good looking, I’ll give her that. But she’s so awful that I could never be attracted to her. She also refuses to get any sort of job, even though she has a college degree and my mother willingly helps with the kids all day.

So their finances are entirely dependent on my brother. This also means they can’t afford to live anywhere but my parents’ house. And privacy is a bit of an issue with all of them under one roof in a three-bedroom house that was built in the 60s.

Growing up my younger brother was also the obvious favorite. We’re three years apart in age, but he developed a superiority complex because I was badly punished if I retaliated against his antics in any way back then. It was obvious my parents cared for him a lot more because he got the lion’s share of everything unless people called them out on it.

Which did happen a fair bit by other members of family. Which is why my parents packed us all up and moved us about 150 miles away from them, so they generally only would only see us on holidays since it was a three-hour drive. My brother got physically abusive towards me on a number of occasions, flirted relentlessly with my first girlfriend to the point she broke up with me, and laughed at any misfortune I had.

And my parents just told me to suck it up whenever I was upset about it. I only got equal treatment when my parents wanted to keep up appearances. I admit it was rather funny to see the looks on their faces whenever they had to treat me equal to my brother on birthdays and Christmas because other people were present.

We had relatives that were very nosy, and loved gossiping drama. So my parents did their best to hide what was really going on, and threatened to take all my stuff away if I didn’t keep my mouth shut. If anything, it just made my parents celebrate more when I turned 18 and moved out because it meant they no longer had to provide for me.

I wasn’t even done with high school yet when I moved out. But couch surfing was far better than living with them. I was low contact ever since leaving home.

They didn’t even show up for my high school graduation. But I really didn’t care. From that point on I would usually only see my parents and brother on holidays like the rest of the family.

The start 2020 pandemic was not kind to me. I lost my job, and couldn’t renew the lease on my the condo because my roommate also lost his job and neither of us could afford the place on unemployment money. It was a rented 2-bedroom condo that I really loved.

As the lease was ending, my roommate left early to move back in with relatives, and I had to sell nearly all of my stuff because I was soon going to be homeless if I didn’t downsize to an extreme. I really shouldn’t have rented a place that was so expensive. But I liked living the high life.

Until that life wasn’t kind to me. And I realized I should have been living somewhere far cheaper so I could have saved more money to fall back on. But I had a plan.

I own a truck simply for the fact that I’ve always loved trucks, so I found a $1000 camper in good shape and put it on my truck just so I could live out of it for a while. It was supposed to be temporary, but I ended up living out of it far longer than I ever thought. I originally was hoping to be able to live out of the camper at my parents’ house, where my brother and his family still reside as well.

But when I asked my parents to let me stay for a while, they told me they had a full house, and didn’t want me there. Plus, we hadn’t exactly gotten along in the past decade. They said they’d only agree to let me park my camper there if I paid them basically what it’d cost to rent an apartment in my area.

That was way too much just to park my camper. I was jobless and trying to save as much of my unemployment money as I could until I could find a new job. I may as well be living in an apartment with that rent price they were asking.

My parents called my camper an eyesore and told me to take a hike since we couldn’t come to an agreement. And Syl thought it was absolutely hilarious I had to live in a camper. My brother joined her in pointing at and mocking me while calling me a homeless bum.

I parked my truck-slash-camper in a store parking lot to sleep on the first night that I had nowhere else to go. I felt scared out of my mind that someone might try to break in. Suffice to say I didn’t sleep well that night.

There was nowhere else I could go as any other relatives that own houses were fairly far away, and all my friends were all apartment people. And I was pretty attached to my area as well. So I didn’t want to just leave.

I’d also had my mail forwarded to a friend’s apartment. It was the only way I could still get my mail anymore. Finding a stable place to park was pretty difficult.

I went looking around to try and find a job similar to my old one. It took months of living the nomadic camper life. In that time, I had to deal with a lot.

Everything from beggars and drug addicts, to people demanding I leave because my camper was an eyesore. At one point someone who told me to move claimed to be with an hoa. I wasn’t even parked on a street with houses.

And when I question what hoa. They got incredibly belligerent and threatened me. I moved my camper anyway, just to avoid the trouble.

In order to have a steady supply of electricity I learned to use a long extension cord to plug in anywhere I could to recharge my camper batteries. This meant sneaking around and plugging it into an outside outlet of a random building while parked on a street. I know that’s a crummy thing to do.

But I had to keep my batteries charged so my refrigerator would stay cold. I had a small solar power bag for recharging my phone. But I didn’t have anything like a generator.

And generators are noisy and require fuel anyway. So I did what I had to do. After months of living like that, I finally managed to get a new job.

I had to move to the neighboring city to find a job that didn’t involve retail. I worked retail while in college and promised myself never again. Though I was nearly ready to break that promise.

I was still getting unemployment money. But I had no stable place to live while receiving it. And I didn’t want to still be jobless when it ran out.

Plus I was bored out of my mind. I had little else to do but read, watch movies on a small portable DVD player, use my phone or laptop, and keep note of where I could park and what local public bathrooms I could use. I kind of envy that the Japanese have public bathhouses.

We could really use stuff like that over here. When I finally landed a new job, I practically lived in the back lot of the building by the warehouse in old employee parking spaces literally no one else to bother using because they were so far in the back that the area was borderline forgotten. My boss-company owner actually liked this arrangement because I was willingly available to take any shift I could get, so long as I had enough sleep.

He even let me take the camper off my truck and set it up in one of the spaces so I could drive around without it. Not exactly sure if this was legal, but no one bothered us about it. The entire time I lived back there, I didn’t have to deal with many trespassers.

There were a few, but the security guards escorted them out. I was pretty much on call almost all the time when they needed me, and was working virtually every day of the week. My boss let me plug my camper into the building for power and water, and I paid a small amount of rent by working for free on Sundays when no one else was in the office but the janitor and security guard.

Beyond that I usually had to shower at a friend’s apartment, or at my local gym as the camper didn’t have a shower in it, and only a portable toilet. And I didn’t want to fill it because emptying it is a nasty chore. So I used other bathrooms as often as I could.

I had a key to the warehouse, and could go in to use the bathroom there at any hour. I was even on a first-name basis with the night security guard. He’s since become one of my closest friends.

The camper was easy to heat in the winter with a small electric heater. Summers were not fun though. The camper didn’t have AC, so I had to get a used portable air conditioner just to make it bearable.

I made a lot of overtime pay, and hands-on learned some new skills from other employees. Eventually midway into this year I landed a better position in the company as a supervisor, and started making a better salary than my old job. That’s when I decided I wanted a house…