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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
“This is MY house!” I yelled, but Mom snapped, “It’s ours, too. Let your brother and his pregnant wife live here!” Gwen rolled her eyes, calling me selfish. Surrounded by their rage, I felt like a stranger in my own home.
I locked my room and called Uncle Bob—the only one who ever had my back. He’d once offered to buy the
house, and now I was ready. By morning, papers were signed. I walked in, switched off their TV, and said, “I sold the house. You have 48 hours.”
Two weeks later, I stood on the porch of my cozy new cottage, blocking Mom’s bitter texts. For the first time, I felt free.
