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…

The scare I’d gotten from losing my condo made me realize I needed something much more stable for the long term. I looked around for something close to my work, and just two miles away found a three-bedroom manufactured home on a small property. But I managed to get it for $10,000 less than the asking price somehow.

I used nearly my entire savings for a down payment and got approved for a home loan. I finally didn’t have to live in a camper anymore. There was enough space for me to back my truck in behind the house to take the camper off to set it up in the backyard.

So I put it there as its own little building just in case I want to use it again. When I was fully settled in the house, I was dumb enough to brag about it on my book of faces. My family saw the post, and that’s where this shit really starts.

After a few weeks my parents and brother along with his family came to visit completely unannounced to have a tour of my home. I didn’t even give them my address. So how they found out where I live, I still don’t know.

None of my friends have fessed up, and no prior family members visited me before that. So I wonder if they stalked me at work and followed me home or something. It really wouldn’t surprise me.

Once I opened the door, they practically all shoved their way in like rambunctious tourists. Then just started making themselves at home. They all kept poking around and Syl had this creepy smirk that she was repeatedly flashing me.

And it was only later that I figured out why. And it made me madder than a bull on steroids that just got stung by a hornet. My parents were constantly talking about how I’ve got so much extra space now.

And it’s too much for someone like me who has no wife or kids. Sure, not now. But maybe someday, and my brother kept remarking about how there was more space than our parents’ house, and my house was closer to his job too.

Red flags all around, I know. Eventually my brother asked me to speak privately. Everyone else suddenly left the room and piled out onto the front porch.

That’s what finally made me realize they’d planned something. My brother, let’s call him Dan for the sake of simplicity, said the house was too much for me alone. And I should let him move in with his family because his wife is pregnant with kid number 4. And my house is much closer to his job.

He pointed out that I already have the camper, so I could just live in that outside while they live in the main house. And I’d like to point out that Dan never once spoke of offering rent. Mind you he’s got a good job.

He also started talking about how there would be changes, and even curfews. And that I couldn’t just walk in at any time without prior notice. If it weren’t my brother, I’d think the person I was talking to had lost their mind.

But Dan lost his marbles long ago thanks to our parents treating him like he was the center of the world. I’d try to speak, but he kept talking over me as if I had no say in the matter. There was no way in hell I’d rent my house or parts of my house to him.

Other people maybe, just so I can pay the mortgage off more easily. But certainly not him, or his nasty wife. I’ve heard of this exact kind of situation in videos online many times.

And never once did I think I’d actually live it because I thought it so ludicrous. But my parents, brother and Syl do all fit the bill for a bunch of narcissistic entitled crazies. So I picked up my phone and said it to start recording.

Then just held onto it. Dan didn’t even seem to care or notice that I’d done this, and just sat there with his arms waving around while talking about all the reasons of why he needed my house. Then went from saying that to acting like it was a done deal and trying to reach out his hand to shake mine.

That’s when I finally showed my backbone and said hell no. And I said it loud enough that Dan stumbled backward for a second. I’d rarely ever raised my voice to him on that level because I was punished by our parents whenever I did.

But this was my house, not theirs. My spine can be as shiny as it wants here. I stood up and then told him that my house was not up for grabs.

And acting like I’ll let him move in just because they want it, won’t make it happen. I bought my house for me, and it’s not my fault he keeps having more kids and has to keep living with our parents because he can’t afford to move out. Dan got as physically close to me as he could without actually touching me and said that I didn’t deserve the house, and he needed a better place for his family to live.

I laughed back in his face and said that was total bullshit because I worked hard to be able to buy my house. Of course I deserved it. Dan started yelling that I have no wife or kids, and I don’t need all the space.

So I may as well give it to him. I said I’m not giving him anything. And he never even offered to pay me rent.

If I let him move in, I’d still be covering the entire mortgage on my own house without even being able to live in my own house. Then Dan told me that he shouldn’t have to pay rent because his family comes first, and our parents said I was going to do this, and that I will. I yelled as if their word was law or something.

And told Dan that they did not have the right or power to give my house to him. Then right 1Q my parents and Syl barged back in through the front door and surrounded me to try and force me to agree. There was a lot of fighting.

But to sum it up from this point on I heard the line just do it for Dan way more times than I can remember. In the fight I told them all they don’t have a say in my life or my house. And to get out before I called the cops.

Syl screamed the loudest at me about how she was pregnant again, and I can’t do this to her. I said I did nothing to her, she just assumed she could take and take from me like I would just allow it. I had no obligation to her or her family.

Then I called her a stuck-up bitch who never had any respect for me. So I don’t care what she thinks or how many kids she has. I have no sympathy for her.

She won’t be living in my house. Well that made her angry enough to attack me. She got in one good hit on my face and tried to do more, but my brother held her back kicking and screaming.

She kept demanding he let her go so she could scratch my eyes out. The phone I was holding recorded pretty much everything. So I held it up and said I was going to call police if they didn’t leave right away.

My parents told Dan they were leaving. Then my mother said that I had a week to come to my senses. I told her I won’t be, and to not come back.

Then I told Syl that my phone recorded everything, and if she tries anything, I’ll press charges for assault. She screamed at me and then stormed out loudly crying with her face in her hands. My mother was the last one out the door and said that I better do this for Dan and Syl.

I responded by telling her I won’t be. Update 1. As I stated in the first half of my post, many will find this unbelievable and long. Yes I am aware there are similar sounding posts online already.

I’ve seen a number of them now. But it’s not like those posters have a monopoly on this sort of shit happening to them. If anything, I’m surprised this site hasn’t been better weaponized against this sort of thing since entitled people should be more afraid of getting out at here.

But anyway, I do not blame anyone who calls bullshit. I would too if I was reading this. However by reading this and my first post, you’ll know just how messed up my parents are, as in my life they were the root of all evil that spoiled my brother into the asshole he is today…