My Mom, Brother, and SIL Made My Life Hell After Moving Into My House—I Endured Them for Months Until I Finally Put Them in Their Place
I honored my dad’s memory by keeping the house he left me, but when my family moved in uninvited, I thought it was temporary. They took over, treating me like their maid, and pushed me to my breaking point. One call changed everything.
A year after Dad’s death, Mom and my brother, Tyler, barged into the house with his wife, Gwen, and their suitcases. Tyler and Gwen were moving in. They claimed it was “family” business, but it was my house — the one Dad left to me. For months, they took advantage, leaving me to handle everything.
When Gwen got pregnant, things only worsened. She demanded special treatment for every whim, and Mom supported her, calling me selfish whenever I protested. It became clear that my own family had no respect for me.
The final straw came when Gwen ate my dinner after I’d worked all day without so much as a thank-you. Tyler and Mom sided with her, and when I stood up for myself, they kicked me out. I called my Uncle Bob, who offered to buy the house. I sold it to him and gave them 48 hours to leave.
They were furious, but I was done. I found a new home, and when Mom texted me accusing me of making them homeless, I blocked her number. I don’t regret it. Family isn’t about blood — it’s about respect. Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is walk away from those who don’t value you.
