10/04/2025
Three weeks after my parents gave my sister the house I’d been paying the mortgage on, they invited me to a “family dinner.”
After some awkward small talk, my mother finally got to the point. “Tessa, as you know, Lily and Jake need their own space now.”
My father jumped in, “What your mother is trying to say is, we can’t live here with them anymore.” I waited.
“So,” my mother continued, smiling sweetly, “we’ve decided we’re going to move into your vacation home.”
I set my fork down. “Let me get this straight. You gave away the house I’ve paid for for five years, and now you’re telling me you’re moving into my private cottage?”
“Tessa, be reasonable,” my father frowned.
“It’s not like you use it that much,” my sister Lily chimed in.
That broke me. “Are you serious? It’s my property, bought with my money.”
“You can’t mean you’re saying no?” my mother asked, her face paling.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. No.”
The table fell silent before Lily slammed her hand down. "God, you're so greedy! You're just jealous because Mom and Dad love me more!"
I stared at her, a sudden, icy calm washing over me. "Really? If they love you so much, and you love them so much, why don't you let them live here with you? This is a four-bedroom house."
Lily’s mouth snapped shut. I stood up, my purse in hand. "Mark, we're done here."
For two weeks, I blocked their numbers and enjoyed the blissful silence. Then, one day at work, my phone buzzed. A notification from the security system...Read more in Comment or Most relevant -> All comments 👇
