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…

They all got back in their vehicles, and Syl just stood staring at me with malice until my brother finally got her to drive the minivan home. And as soon as they were all gone, I got back online again and spilled the beans what happened. My parents were too embarrassed to even try and defend their actions this time.

And while the family was somewhat split before this incident, it was now a landslide in my favor. Nearly all of the family has sided with me after this incident. And those who haven’t simply aren’t siding with anybody.

No matter how much my parents previously tried that we did it for Dan Lyne, no one listened anymore. So any remaining familial support they had is now gone. Many in the family who I expected wouldn’t side with me, did.

That includes the former flying monkeys. So I guess they’ve finally had enough. Around that time I offered to host half the family at next Christmas Eve in my new house.

My parents were not invited. I wasn’t blocked on my brother and Syl’s profile surprisingly. And I saw Syl had her fourth baby in early November.

They are still living with my parents. I’m pretty sure they knew I was watching, because Syl kept making passive-aggressive posts every couple of weeks or so about not having enough space while living with my parents. Probably to see if she can still guilt me.

And I’m sure it’s driving my mother and father up the wall because they aren’t getting any peace and quiet in their old age with three rowdy obnoxious kids, a mentally unstable Syl, my golden child brother, and a newborn baby in the house all at once. Perhaps they could move into a camper in their own backyard and let Dan take over their house completely. They might get some peace then.

Yeah, they could do that for Dan. There was supposed to be more. But this post got way too long.

So I’ll be posting a part 3 later. Update 2. I was trying to keep things to two posts. But I realized while compiling everything that part 2 was just too damn long.

So I’ve divided it into a part 3. For those who commented en masse to get cameras. I will, when I can afford it. I’m still in financial recovery from buying a house last year.

And as far as I know, good cameras need a decent computer to record too. And I don’t have anything more than a 3-year-old laptop that runs Windows 10. Yes I am aware of doorbell cams.

That will be the first kind I get. For those who kept saying that I should’ve just gotten my brother and Syl arrested, the the only reason I didn’t was because they are parents. Their kids need them.

And if Dan was arrested, he’d likely lose his job. And without that, his family has no money. And Syl has an only months old baby right now.

Neither of them need to end up in jail. But you don’t need jail for revenge. Police can help, yes.

But I got payback without filing a police report. Would I be this merciful again? More than likely not. And they know it.

I decided to wait on making an account and posting until after the new year, just in case more stuff happened. And it did. As previous readers know, my Syl was making passive-aggressive posts on social media that were obviously directed at me.

Especially after Syl had her fourth baby in November. She was posting the same repetitive nonsense over and over again. She just found semi-clever ways of rewording it.

But she pretty much kept regurgitating that she was tired of living with my parents, that there isn’t enough space, she needs her own house, blah blah blah. I know I sound dismissive. But live through what I have with these people and you’d be ready to sarcastically play tiny violins in front of them too.

They’re just that bad. And since I waited until January to make an account, more happened just like I thought. I stated before that I’d invited half the family for a Christmas Eve party at my house.

And everyone I invited all came, even though it was a fairly long drive of around 3-4 hours for them. But they wanted to come and show me their support. I was praised by them a lot for how hard I’d worked to get a house on my own, and that they were sorry for everything I’d went through.

I was asked why I didn’t just take my camper and drive the 3 hours back to them, instead of living pretty much homeless for so long. And I had to sheepishly admit that I was very attached to living around here, and I had my best employment opportunities in this area. My hometown doesn’t have a lot of great job opportunities in my field, if any at all.

And I wanted to make my own way as much as I could. An answer they overall accepted. We moved on to having a rather nice party.

The best I’d been in, in years. Some relatives even brought CDs of great Christmas albums. And I have to say, the one my uncle brought of Ray Charles was my favorite.

He sings Christmas songs like no one else I’ve heard. It was a grand and happy time. I felt like for once I could just forget my past issues and enjoy the moment.

But I wouldn’t be writing this if it had stayed that way. About 2 hours into the party, you know who showed up. My parents, brother and sil popped in trying to look all smiles.

They didn’t even knock. Just walked right in my front door like they were meant to be there. I shut off the music and told them to leave immediately.

They begged to stay and said they brought gifts. One of my uncles stood up and yelled at them before I got another chance to speak. And he said they don’t deserve to be in my home, or my life after the shit they tried to pull months earlier.

And he was backed up by several other relatives. Mind you, this guy is my mother’s brother. And he used to love her to pieces until he found out about the shit that went on between me and my parents.

My grandparents, mother’s parents, as old as they are, hurriedly got in between us and said to my parents that if they want to make amends with me, it’s far too soon. And they’ve never been more disappointed in them than they were this past year. They’d hidden their favoritism for my brother from prying eyes for a long time.

But no one was fooled anymore. And they needed to make a serious effort to try and actually treat me like a son if they ever wanted to be in my life again. Then they turned to Dan and Syl, and said they’ve seen the repetitive nonsense Syl keeps posting about…