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’re tired of it, and to just let it go already. My house will not become their new home. Syl went back to her old standard of crying, and had a pity party about how she should be the one living here, and not me.

She plopped down in a chair to have a tantrum and say it wasn’t fair I got this house to myself when I have no family of my own, and she has four kids that need more space. And she just wanted a better place to live in and feel like a real mom. It was petty of me, but I loudly pointed out that she sucks as a mother because she lets my mother do most of the parenting while she sits on her butt all day drinking, playing on her phone, or going out and spending all of Dan’s money.

And she has the nerve to complain about it. I even joke that I’m surprised her baby doesn’t get drunk from her breast milk since she drinks so much booze. Which I admit went a bit too far as I got some stares.

And Syl demanded to know if I was calling her a bad mom. I said the evidence speaks for itself. And if she wanted to be able to afford to move out of my parents’ house someday, then she needs to put her college degree to some use, get a job, and learn to save money.

My mother already does most of the child care for my brother’s kids anyway. So she’d have plenty of time after her baby gets a little older. My brother’s eldest kid who’s 7 years old ran up to start kicking and screaming at me for yelling at his mom.

And he kept at me about how his mom said that I was the bad guy who made her cry and didn’t let them live here. That’s when my brother grabbed his son to pull him away. But all the other relatives jumped back in, and this sort of turned into a family intervention against my Syl and brother.

She was crying, her new baby was crying, her kids were crying. Hell, even Dan was very nearly in tears from the verbal lashing he was being assaulted with. He ended up just sitting on the ottoman I keep shoes in by the front door and looking like a complete wreck.

He couldn’t look anyone in the eye, he couldn’t even say two words to me. Not with a whole house filled with angry people ready to judge him if he tried to let out his inner golden child again. If they weren’t there to get in his way, I’d bet this would’ve ended up a repeat of when he tried to order me around to try and take my house months earlier.

By this point though he’d been so thoroughly humiliated that his and my parents’ reputation in the family was completely destroyed because the masks were all now off now. Soon after my parents, brother and Syl all left in defeat. The party resumed and we all avoided speaking of what just happened for the rest of the evening.

Since most of the adults had been drinking, everyone stayed the night in my house. I even let some of them sleep in the camper so there’d be enough space. I admit, it also makes a good guest house.

My relatives all wanted a tour of it earlier as well. And they said they couldn’t believe I’d been living in it for around two years. I got a lot of questions about it.

Like what summer and winter was like, and so on. I was up earlier than everyone else Christmas morning, and had a fresh pot of coffee and some ibuprofen for those spiked eggnog hangovers a few of them had. I was complimented on being a way nicer host than my parents ever were, and we all agreed to do this again next Christmas.

After Christmas Syl did finally stop making posts that were obvious digs at me, and deleted all of the old ones as well. But shortly after the new year, she more recently made a new post complaining about how she’d tried to convince my parents to get a camper like I did, so it could be set it up in the backyard so Dan and his family could use the whole house as their family home. Well the taste of one’s own medicine is never fun.

Because my parents turned that idea down, vehemently I hear. No one is gonna push them out of their own home, let alone their master bedroom. The post was only up for a couple of days before Syl removed it.

And she has hardly posted anything since then. She loves to complain. But if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it, can it still complain? Syl I guess has realized there’s no point in doing it when no one hears her anymore.

And Dan can’t afford to move his family out on his salary alone any time soon. If they end up expecting another child in the next few years, I won’t be surprised. Things mellowed down for me since then.

And I’ve even invited friends over for a poker night. I suck at poker because I can never remember a damn thing about it. But so what? We get to drink beer and eat junk food while being merry idiots.

We all loaded up on Whoppers from Burger King and just had it at the best way 4 grown men can when they just want to have a good unadulterated time and get piss drunk. I think maybe around summer I’ll look into possibly dating someone. I’m not exactly getting younger here.

Fingers crossed that goes well. My camper just sits idle in my yard now. And I admit, there were some days I went out there just to spend time in it.

I did live in it for two years. It’s like my second home. And maybe one day I’ll actually get to use it for camping, like it was meant to be.

I’ve never been camping. My parents considered it a waste of time. So it’d be a completely new experience for me.

This pretty much marks the end of what happened. My parents, brother and Syl have all been staying very clear of me. In fact, they seem to have gone back to acting like I don’t exist, like they did before I bought a house.

Not like that bothers me at all. It’s better that way. But they’ll inevitably come back in some way.

I know they will. I just wonder what kind of stupid thing they’ll do next. If anything notable like all this ever happens again, I’ll make another post if this account is still active.

Update 3. This will not surprise some people who commented on my previous posts, because my parents did some of the exact things they said they would. Which was wanting either my money, or my signature. I did expect the classic lines of narcissists saying that I owed them, or give me some kind of socialist BS of sharing the wealth.

But that was just my imagination running wild. The ensuing situation was somewhat similar to that. But much more tame, I guess you could say.

They seemed to know not to push me too far now. And were mostly aiming for pity. It began when my parents recently got in touch with me through social media, and asked for a meeting in a public place of my choosing.

It just screamed trap. But I wasn’t afraid. In fact, I was amused.

They know I’m not to be fucked with anymore. So I could only wonder what they wanted this time. I picked a local restaurant that may have a name of an olive and a garden in it, and we met up there.

Dan was with them. But he kept his mouth shut, most of the time. We had awkward greetings, ordered some drinks, and then cut to the chase.

My parents begged me to help Dan get his own apartment so he could finally move out. Apparently, Dan’s credit isn’t so great. Gee, I wonder why? Could it be his wife regularly spends him into a hole? Well they asked that I help by either supplying some capital, or by co-signing for the apartment and helping to pay the rent for it.

I simply said no to both. That’s when Dan spoke up in anger and yelled at me that I have so much, and I don’t have a family to support like he does. He needed my help, and I should be sparing the money for his family since I don’t have one myself.

I laughed and asked where they were when I needed their help. Of that’s right. They were pointing and laughing at me for being homeless.

Or should we go further back to my childhood? I’d love to delve into that with plenty of ears to listen in around us. My mother grabbed my hand and begged me not to speak of any of it. My father and Dan both just looked away and said nothing.

Pretty sure they wanted to say something like they used to at me, but held their tongues. I asked them if they thought I was rich or something. And their looks said it all…