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…

And when I told them I don’t have that kind of money, they looked at me like deer in headlights. I broke it down about how much I’d managed to save for the down payment on my house, and the way I had to live and work in order to save that much so fast. And then how I spent nearly all of it on the down payment of my house.

I’m still in financial recovery. I did have monthly income to spare, yes. But most of it was going right into my savings.

I asked Dan what his yearly salary was, and when he told me, I pointed out that it was actually a bit higher than mine. I then loosely broke things down in rough math in front of my parents on how about 70% of my income goes to my mortgage, insurance, gasoline, internet, phone, food, and other bills. And then there’s maybe 30% of that left at most that I can put into savings.

And I need that money saved get back on my feet in time. And I have to make sure I have savings to fall back on. My truck is from the 90s.

If it were to break down, I’d need money to either fix or replace it. And there’s other things one would need a rainy day fund for, like home repairs, doctors, taxes, lawyers, or anything in general you’d need quick cash for when it’s a sudden unexpected expense. So, as you can see, I just can’t spare money for Dan.

And I also refuse to cosign for anything as that would leave me on the hook for any bill Dan couldn’t or wouldn’t pay. Then I pointed out that, that’s likely why my parents didn’t cosign for Dan’s apartment themselves long ago. And my mother just started crying again.

I was pretty much one step ahead of them in all of this. I’m not an ATM, and I’m not a fool. And I stated that right to their faces.

I expected my father to become angry with me like he always does. But this time he just, well, didn’t. I’ve known this man to explode on me for the slightest provocation of not enabling my brother all of my life.

But this time he just didn’t do that. There wasn’t even a sneer on his face. The only way I could describe the look he had was regret and defeat.

Maybe regret for being a shitty parent. Or maybe regret because he can’t bully me around anymore. Who knows.

Either way my parents couldn’t really argue with me, and I wasn’t about to give them any money. Dan just got up and said this was all just a waste of their time, and that he was leaving. My mother started apologizing for him, but Dan still wanted to leave.

Then just to kill with kindness I offered to buy them a round of unlimited soup and salad while we were all there. I guess they couldn’t turn down free food since we hadn’t ordered anything but drinks yet, and they stayed. I went out of my way to talk about anything other than money.

Dan remained quiet, and was either eating his food or looking at his phone. But my parents just awkwardly talked with me. They brought up that they’ve recently joined a local Christian church.

And that they’d already been going for the last two weeks. I said good for them, and they of course started trying to advertise that they’d like me to go too. I simply said no thanks, and they were smart enough not to push further.

When the meal was finished, Dan left a $10 on the table for the tip and walked off without saying another word to me or anyone. My mother just excused his behavior and we all parted ways. That was about it.

Not nearly as much drama as I though there’d be. But this is still far better than how things used to be with my parents and brother. As for Syl.

While she’s been regularly complaining online about my parents. She really doesn’t seem to like the fact that she’s not queen bee of their house. And I think her toxic is finally getting to them.

Why else would they be so desperate to come crawling back to me? Syl actually wants my parents to move into a camper like I had to do in order to make space in the house. And she’s being told no. Every time.

She does seem to have a following of Karen-minded people like her though. Because here and there I get messaged by someone I don’t know, that are intent on raging at me for not giving up my house for Syl. I don’t bother to argue with these people anymore.

I just block and move on. Though there was one persistent troll who had my phone number. And they call from a different number every time.

Yes, it seems to be the same person who called me to say I need to make way for a real family man like Dan. But I could care less. The calls though, seemed to have slowed down, if not maybe stopped.

Because I made it clear to that person that they were only amusing me by keeping this up so long. The last time they called was around the beginning of the month. And it’s been silence from them since then.

Update 4. Well I figured I’d wait half a year or so after the original post to update everyone. But it ended up being longer than that. Yes things did go bad again.

But not really for me for the most part. I’m pretty much fine, if not almost unscathed since last Christmas, apart from the time my parents and Dan came to me for money, as my last post told, and a more recent confrontation between me and Syl you will read about here. I did get a few cameras for my house, including a ring doorbell in front.

I didn’t tell my family about the cameras just in case. But thus far no one has attempted a break-in. I think the way I outed them all before scared them into leaving me alone, for the most part anyway.

I’ve taken to renting out two of the rooms in my house. One to a close friend, the other to a friend of said close friend. Both have been fantastic tenants.

They know to keep quiet and leave me alone most of the time, and even have small refrigerators they keep in their rooms so they don’t need to keep any of their drinks in the main fridge. The deal I gave them on rent was too good for them to pass up. It increased my monthly income well.

And even after taxes, I’m still monthly putting away some decent amounts in the bank since the rent money pays a good chunk of my monthly mortgage. You’re all probably wondering how my parents, brother and Syl took to me renting out those rooms to friends. Well the answer is, not well.

My father and Dan stayed out of it. But Syl freaked out, which made my mother come crying to me over how I could have rented those rooms to Dan and his family instead. We had a bit of an argument in which I pointed out for one thing, they fucking broke into my house before to try and steal it.

She wouldn’t want to let someone who did that move in with her. Also, there wasn’t enough room for me, Dan, and his entire family in my house. Not that I’d ever share a roof with them anyway.

It’s a 3 bedroom, and a manufactured home no less. I have the master bedroom and it’s adjoining bathroom. That would’ve left only 2 small rooms for Dan, Syl, and 4 kids.

Not to mention they’d be annoying AF to me all the time. Also, she knows very well I can’t be around Syl because she intentionally antagonizes me. And they all mocked me when I was homeless before.

Besides, my current tenants are both single guys in their 30s I get along with. My mother had some sobbing excuses for a while. But she finally let it go and admitted she was just desperate…