Living in my father’s house felt secure, but money tore our family apart. My dad bought me a house to “secure my future” as a broke college student. For eight years, I paid the mortgage, taxes, and repairs, believing I’d own it once paid off. Married
with kids, I was nearly done when my dad, newly remarried to Sheila, demanded the house for his new family. Then came the bombshell: he’d only paid half my mortgage contributions, pocketing the rest. Unable to cover the remaining balance, I was forced to move out by month’s end. With no written agreement, I was powerless. We moved in with my supportive in-laws, and I’ve cut contact with my dad. His betrayal shattered our bond, and I can’t forgive him now. Maybe time will soften my stance, but our relationship will never recover.
