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…

Syl’s parents had to pay for a lawyer for her. And not a very good one either. Also, she actually brought her affair partner to the divorce court to testify on her behalf.

This guy was a real piece of work. He had a bronze tongue and a charming smile he tried to use to his advantage. He claimed Syl had been wronged by an incompetent husband, which is why she sought the arms of another man.

He claimed he was ready to take responsibility for his child he had fathered with Syl. But that Syl would still be needing the alimony for helping support herself and care for said child. He remarked that because Dan at the time was still on the birth certificate, alimony should be one of his obligations.

Dan said this guy used big words and a charming smile, but seemed an extra special kind of stupid. And coming from Dan, that’s saying something. The judge was also not swayed in the slightest, and told the bronze tongue lout that he was a hypocrite for saying he was ready to take responsibility for his own child, while also holding his hand out for money from the man whose marriage he’d helped ruin.

That shut him up. Dan was prepared to sue his wife’s affair partner for alienation of affection too. However that fell through.

I guess it would’ve been on Dan to prove how much she’d loved him before the affair started. But after her mask came off and we saw the real her, we’re not sure if she ever really loved him at all, or if she just loved having a meal ticket. Someone here pointed out Syl probably kept popping out kids to avoid getting a job.

And you may have been right. Either way, Syl tried dragging out the divorce. But Dan’s lawyer and judge kept that from happening much.

I swear, Dan must’ve seriously lucked out, because he got one of the meanest and most unsympathetic to cheaters judges in the state. And all the evidence we had on Syl made it easy to keep her from playing the victim. So instead she just let her real bitchy self out since there was no point in hiding it anymore.

The court had all of the records provided by Dan and myself, police reports, photos and recordings to prove she was an abusive narcissist. There was a mountain against Syl that she had no way to climb over or hike around. She tried standing against the mountain.

But that was prime avalanche territory. In the end of the divorce, Syl struck a deal to end things quick. Dan takes three-quarters of the credit card debt, gets his name off the affair baby’s birth certificate, and Syl walked away with only partial custody of her children, no alimony, but also without most of the credit debts she racked up.

Her being legally employed by her parents meant she had an income of her own to fall back on to start paying off her debts. She can see her other kids almost whenever she wants, and can take them on weekends. But for whatever reason has made very few attempts to even see them.

She took them out to eat fast food a few times. But she never took them home with her. The kids are back in school now.

So that gives her even less opportunities to see them. You’d think her parents would want to see their grandchildren. But they haven’t contacted Dan about it.

They barely saw Dan’s children before that too. Now they may not even bother to see them at all. Do they hate kids or something? Even Dan doesn’t know.

But he tells me that his in-laws were always indifferent to him. As for Dan… well he really did love his wife a lot. So the betrayal of her cheating made him hit the bottle hard.

Rewind back to the the night of his confrontation with his wife, he came to me in a stupor with a whiskey bottle in hand and his face all scratched up and covered in bandages. I wouldn’t say he was drunk yet. But I freaked out seeing him looking like that at first, then berated him for driving under the influence.

But that didn’t really mean much to him compared to the betrayal of his cheating harlot of a soon to be ex-wife. We spent a few hours hanging out in my camper so as not to disturb my tenants. All the while Dan was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle and crying that he’s a fool.

And how he regretted ever marrying Syl. Pretty much any time he mentions her now, he just refers to her as that bitch. So that’s ex-Syl’s nickname now.

Ironically this time together was the most bonding Dan and I have done in 15 years. While he didn’t exactly apologize to me, he called himself a shitty human being with terrible taste in women. Then said I at least didn’t make his mistakes.

Despite all he previously did to me, he’s still my younger brother. And I couldn’t risk letting him try to drive home. So I told him to stay the night and managed to take his keys.

Then set up the bunk in my camper for him to use. I rented out my spare rooms after all. He was in no shape to drive home.

And if he’d taken an Uber, he’d have to pay for it, and then have to come back for his car later. He was still a depressed crying mess, and didn’t want our parents or his kids to see him like that. And frankly, I was worried he’d do something insanely stupid if I let him leave.

I didn’t want him to sleep in the house, so putting him in the camper was the best option. Just because that bitch fucked him over, doesn’t mean I suddenly trusted him. So better for him to sleep it off in the camper.

We both spent time in the camper playing games and watching movies on my portable DVD player. Poker was no fun with just two people, and Old Maid was just boring. Thankfully I had an Uno deck too, and an old-school battleship game.

He really liked those. It was enough to keep him distracted until he was finally willing to lay down after running out of whiskey. He threw up a lot of it in a bucket anyway.

But he was not opposed to sleeping in my camper. In fact he found the idea kinda cool. Dan had a lot of questions for me as to how I’d lived in the camper for as long as I did.

And I answered them all, if not just to keep him busy. But I needed to go to bed myself since I had to be up early. So I left him with my portable DVD player and a couple of movies.

That way he could amuse himself alone for a while, if he even managed to stay awake. Before leaving for work in the morning, I popped in while Dan was passed out in the bunk and left a bottle of ibuprofen and an energy drink on the counter of the camper’s kitchenette, along with his car keys and a letter explaining to leave through the backyard gate. He saw himself out without trouble around 1.30 PM.

About a month after Exil, aka that bitch, was kicked out, Dan came to me asking to borrow my camper. I guess he found it more comfortable than I’d thought when he slept in it. And he fully admitted he didn’t ask sooner out of pride.

But with his soon-to-be ex-wife out of the house, he’d decided to give up his room for his eldest kid. He’s got two girls and a boy, with the boy being the eldest, and now 8 years old. The kids were all forced to share a room until that point.

They just had curtains up for the boy’s half of the room. But the boy often slept on the couch to avoid his sisters. I know the poor kid was really desperate for his own room…