I inherited my father’s home after he passed away. It was his wish for me to keep it and build my future there. My mom and brother, Tyler, received smaller inheritances. At first, everything was peaceful, but things took a turn when Tyler, his wife Gwen, and Mom moved in unexpectedly.
What I thought was a temporary arrangement quickly turned into chaos. They contributed nothing, left me to clean up after them, and treated me like a guest in my own home. When Gwen became pregnant, they used it as an excuse to demand even more from me. Errands, meals, even my own food—they took advantage of everything.
The breaking point came when Gwen ate my only meal after a long day at work and turned the family against me when I spoke up. Mom and Tyler went so far as to tell me to leave my own house. That night, I called my uncle, who had once offered to buy the house. The next day, I sold it to him.
When I told them they had 48 hours to pack and leave, they were shocked. I used the money to buy a small, peaceful home of my own. Blocking their numbers and moving on was the hardest—but healthiest—choice I ever made. Family should bring love and respect, not entitlement and pain.