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…

So they have one chance to get the fuck out. The moment my parents heard that, I think it finally clicked that they could not force me to do it for Dan. My mother surrendered and said she’d put an end to this.

Then she went over to Syl and spoke with her quietly for a minute while my father spoke to Dan. Syl instantly started loudly crying and ripping up the fake papers into tiny bits and tossing them like confetti, only to have an officer tell them to pick up the bits of paper or he’d cite them for littering. Both of the cops at this point had the I don’t get paid enough for this.

Looks on their faces. Dan had to start telling his kids to load their stuff back into the moving truck. The kids were all crying, and the eldest was sobbing that he won’t get his own room now.

Syl and Dan gather their kids up to try and make one last pathetic attempt to guilt me with the sad family routine. You know, where they all gather together in a sort of group hug while all facing one direction, I swear, I think they’d practiced it beforehand. All of the kids had the same pleading look with quivering mouths, Syl kept rubbing her pregnant belly and tilting her head to look like a sad puppy, and my brother just made the saddest face he possibly could and said please don’t do this.

We need to be able to live here. But I didn’t falter and told them to keep packing. All the kids and Syl turned the crying up to 11, and Dan yelled at me are you satisfied with yourself? You’ve denied us a home because you’re too selfish to share and help out family.

I ended up laughing like a maniac and retorting that what he was trying to do was taking, not sharing. And no amount of crying will make me let his family move in because he’s no brother of mine anymore. He’s just an entitled prick who thinks he can take whatever he wants from me like when we were kids.

Dan started f-bombing me until the cops told him to cool it or he’d be in cuffs regardless if I wanted to press charges. He sucked in his lips and looked a mix of afraid and supremely pissed off. I asked the cops if they could stick around until my parents, brother and Syl had all left.

And they said they had no intention of going anywhere until this had been resolved. In fact, in the next few minutes two cops became four as more drove in for whatever reason. That gave my parents some extra incentive to get moving.

I made Dan give me the keys to the new lock he’d put on my front door. Though I got another lock the next day anyway because I didn’t know if he had copies of the keys or not, he was really reluctant to hand them over. Then instead of handing them to me, he actually threw them down the street and into a storm drain while saying to go get them myself.

But one of the cops scolded him for that and made him go get them. He had to pull the grate off just to get at them. And he got pretty dirty in the process.

When he got the keys back, he just grumbled then slammed them down into my hand. I then told them all to leave and never come back. My mother said I’d be disowned for this, as if that were some kind of threat to me.

And I voiced that to them. Then in an overly sarcastically I said something along the lines of oh no. That means I won’t get to come to any holidays with you guys where I always get treated like shit by you all anyway.

Because Dan has always been your obvious favorite. You treated all me so badly when I was growing up that if Dan ever needs an organ donor, I wouldn’t give him anything. So do like you always told me to do when I was mistreated by all of you, and suck it up.

My parents were floored after I said all of that. And the quartet of cops were looking pretty judgmental at them as well. I tell you, if you want to put nasty parents like mine on the spot, confront them in front of cops.

Because they’ll likely not try anything really stupid then. My mother just started crying and walking away. My father just stood there looking like he wanted to hit me.

And Dan just held his kids in defeat. Oh and Syl was off having a tantrum in my front lawn. Soon enough they all formed a line handing out boxes and got their stuff out of my house.

Nothing had been unpacked yet. So it all was taken out pretty quickly. But while doing it, my mother kept saying it wasn’t too late, and I could still do it for Dan several times.

Each time trying to bargain more and more to try to make me change my mind. She said that Dan could pay me rent if I let them stay. And when that didn’t work, she said I could move back in with them to let Dan rent my house so I wouldn’t have to share the building.

I told her to shut up and keep packing boxes because I don’t want Dan or his family around, I don’t want his money, and I certainly don’t want to live with him or my parents ever again after the way they treated me when I was a kid. Making a deal with my parents would be like making a deal with the devil to me. Syl ended up having another tantrum after hearing that and threw a box down, then sat on the ground to have a pity party because she didn’t want to go back to sharing a house with my parents.

And she just sat looking angry-slash-sad there until everyone else was finished. She didn’t even want to get up when it was time to leave. They finally got everything out of the house and into the truck.

So before they left, I laid into my parents one last time about all of the shit they put me through growing up. And with four cops being right there, they couldn’t do much other than stand there and take it for once. I called them out on so many things that happened.

And even pointed out how they couldn’t just do something nice for me. Like letting me stay over with my camper when I was homeless and trying to get back on my feet. How they let Dan and Syl ridicule me and call me a bum.

Well who’s the bum now? They wanted to kick me out of my own house so Dan could stay in it free of charge, yet when I needed a place to go, they wanted to gouge me for more than I could afford just to park my camper when they knew I was out of the job. There were more extremely judgmental stares from the cops when I said all of that. So I put my parents on the spot one more time and asked them what I ever did other than being born to deserve being treated so badly.

Because when I finally have a bit of success in life, they want to snatch it away from me for their favorite child since they’d rather I give everything to Dan, and have nothing for myself. I bought my house using the money that I earned. I owed them nothing, and I won’t be asking anything from them ever again.

Because clearly I will never be anything more than a doormat or a cash cow in their eyes. I got no answers from them. They just stood there looking like fish out of water.

So I continued ranting and asked them what in God’s name made them think they were such good parents after all of that? My father was beat red. But more from embarrassment than anger this time. And my mother was crying that she was a horrible person.

I bluntly agreed that she is a horrible person. They all are. And I bet they’ll go to hell for it too.

They were shitty people, and they all knew it. But if I’d called them out on all this stuff in private instead of in public, they’d just get mad at me and still act like I’m in the wrong. They’d just kept up the denial for so long that it became a part of who they are.

My mother buried her face in my father’s jacket to cry. And my father looked more defeated than I’ve ever seen him. Dan and his family avoided me entirely as they finished putting everything back in the moving truck.

I made sure nothing of was stolen. Not that I’d had a chance to get much furniture yet. I was lucky to even have a couch at that time…