I'm a single man in my early 30s. I've got a brother who's 29 and he's already got four kids now. He had his first at 22 and the second followed a year later, then the third 2 years after that, and the fourth is the most recently born a couple months ago. His wife, my SIL, and I do not get along as she always likes to try and get a rise out of me by acting superior then turns into an extreme self-victimizing drama queen if I retaliate against her in any way. She can cry in an instant and can put on an extremely convincing show to get sympathy from just about anyone. My parents and brother absolutely adore her even though they know exactly how she really is and just don't care. She's very good-looking, I'll give her that, but she's so awful that I could never be attracted to her. She also refuses to get any sort of job even though she has a college degree and my mother willingly helps with the kids all day so their finances are entirely dependent on my brother. This also means they can't afford to live anywhere but my parents' house and privacy is a bit of an issue with all of them under one roof in a three-bedroom house that was built in the 60s.

Growing up my younger brother was also the obvious favorite. We're 3 years apart in age but he developed a superiority complex because I was badly punished if I retaliated against his antics in any way. Back then it was obvious my parents cared for him a lot more because he got the lion's share of everything unless people called him out on it, which did happen a fair bit by other members of family. That's why my parents packed us all up and moved us about 150 miles away from them so they generally would only see us on holidays since it was a 3-hour drive. My brother got physically abusive towards me on a number of occasions, flirted relentlessly with my first girlfriend to the point she broke up with me, and laughed at any misfortune I had, and my parents just told me to suck it up whenever I was upset about it.

I only got equal treatment when my parents wanted to keep up appearances. I admit it was rather funny to see the looks on their faces whenever they had to treat me equal to my brother on birthdays and Christmas because other people were present. We had relatives that were very nosy and loved gossiping drama so my parents did their best to hide what was really going on and threatened to take all my stuff away if I didn't keep my mouth shut. If anything it just made my parents celebrate more when I turned 18 and moved out because it meant they no longer had to provide for me. I wasn't even done with high school yet when I moved out but couch surfing was far better than living with them. I was low contact ever since leaving home. They didn't even show up for my high school graduation but I really didn't care. From that point on I would usually only see my parents and brother on holidays like the rest of the family.

The start of 2020 pandemic was not kind to me. I lost my job and couldn't renew the lease on my condo because my roommate also lost his job and neither of us could afford the place on unemployment money. It was a rented two-bedroom condo that I really loved. As the lease was ending my roommate left early to move back in with relatives and I had to sell nearly all of my stuff because I was soon going to be homeless if I didn't downsize to an extreme. I really shouldn't have rented a place that was so expensive but I liked living the high life until that life wasn't kind to me and I realized I should have been living somewhere far cheaper so I could have saved more money to fall back on. But I had a plan. I own a truck simply for the fact that I've always loved trucks so I found a $1,000 camper in good shape and put it on my truck just so I could live out of it for a while. It was supposed to be temporary but I ended up living out of it far longer than I ever thought. I originally was hoping to be able to live out of the camper at my parents' house where my brother and his family still reside as well but when I asked my parents to let me stay for a while they told me they had a full house and didn't want me there plus we hadn't exactly gotten along in the past decade. They said they'd only agree to let me park my camper there if I paid them basically what it would cost to rent an apartment in my area. That was way too much just to park my camper. I was jobless and trying to save as much of my unemployment money as I could till I could find a new job. I may as well be living in an apartment with that rent price they were asking. My parents called my camper an eyesore and told me to take a hike since we couldn't come to an agreement and SIL thought it was absolutely hilarious I had to live in a camper. My brother joined her in pointing at and mocking me while calling me a homeless bum.

I parked my truck and camper in a store parking lot to sleep on the first night that I had nowhere else to go. I felt scared out of my mind that someone might try to break in. Suffice to say I didn't sleep well that night. There was nowhere else I could go as any other relatives that own houses were fairly far away and all my friends were all apartment people and I was pretty attached to my area as well so I didn't want to just leave. I'd also had my mail forwarded to a friend's apartment. It was the only way I could still get my mail anymore. Finding a stable place to park was pretty difficult. I went looking around to try and find a job similar to my old one. It took months of living the nomadic camper life. In that time I had to deal with a lot, everything from beggars and drug addicts to people demanding I leave because my camper was an eyesore. At one point someone who told me to move claimed to be within HOA. I wasn't even parked on a street with houses and when I questioned what HOA they got incredibly belligerent and threatened me. I moved my camper anyway just to avoid the trouble.

In order to have a steady supply of electricity I learned to use a long extension cord to plug in anywhere I could to recharge my camper batteries. This meant sneaking around and plugging it into an outside outlet of a random building while parked on a street. I know that's a crummy thing to do but I had to keep my batteries charged so my refrigerator would stay cold. I had a small solar power bag for recharging my phone but I didn't have anything like a generator and generators are noisy and require fuel anyway so I did what I had to do. After months of living like that I finally managed to get a new job. I had to move to the neighboring city to find a job that didn't involve retail. I worked retail while in college and promised myself never again though I was nearly ready to break that promise. I was still getting unemployment money but I had no stable place to live while receiving it and I didn't want to still be jobless when it ran out plus I was bored out of my mind. I had little else to do but read, watch movies on a small portable DVD player, use my phone or laptop, and keep note of where I could park and what local public bathrooms I could use. I kind of envy that the Japanese have public bath houses. We could really use stuff like that over here.

When I finally landed a new job I practically lived in the back lot of the building by the warehouse and old employee parking spaces literally no one else seemed to bother using because they were so far in the back that the area was borderline forgotten. My boss and company owner actually liked this arrangement because I was willingly available to take any shift I could get so long as I had enough sleep. He even let me take the camper off my truck and set it up in one of the spaces so I could drive around without it. Not exactly sure if this was legal but no one bothered us about it the entire time I lived back there. I didn't have to deal with many trespassers. There were a few but the security guards escorted them out. I was pretty much on call almost all the time when they needed me and was working virtually every day of the week. My boss let me plug my camper into the building for power and water and I paid a small amount of rent by working for free on Sundays when no one else was in the office but the janitor and security guard. Beyond that I usually had to shower at a friend's apartment or at my local gym as the camper didn't have a shower in it and only a portable toilet and I didn't want to fill it because emptying it is a nasty chore so I used other bathrooms as often as I could. I had a key to the warehouse and could go in to use the bathroom there at any hour. I was even on a first name basis with the night security guard. He's since become one of my closest friends.

The camper was easy to heat in the winter with a small electric heater. Summers were not fun though. The camper didn't have AC so I had to get a used portable air conditioner just to make it bearable. I made a lot of overtime pay and hands-on learned some new skills from other employees. Eventually midway into this year I landed a better position in the company as a supervisor and started making a better salary than my old job. That's when I decided I wanted a house. The scare I'd gotten from losing my condo made me realize I needed something much more stable for the long term. I looked around for something close to my work and just 2 miles away found a three-bedroom manufactured home on a small property but I managed to get it for $10,000 less than the asking price somehow. I used nearly my entire savings for a down payment and got approved for a home loan. I finally didn't have to live in a camper anymore. There was enough space for me to back my truck in behind the house to take the camper off to set it up in the backyard so I put it there as its own little building just in case I want to use it again.

When I was fully settled in the house I was dumb enough to brag about it on my book of faces. My family saw the post and that's where this shit really starts. After a few weeks my parents and brother along with his family came to visit completely unannounced to have a tour of my home. I didn't even give them my address so how they found out where I live I still don't know. None of my friends have fessed up and no prior family members visited me before that so I wonder if they stalked me at work and followed me home or something. It really wouldn't surprise me. Once I opened the door they practically all shoved their way in like rambunctious tourists then just started making themselves at home. They all kept poking around and SIL had this creepy smirk that she was repeatedly flashing me and it was only later that I figured out why and it made me madder than a bull on steroids that just got stung by a hornet. My parents were constantly talking about how I've got so much extra space now and it's too much for someone like me who has no wife or kids. Sure not now but maybe someday. And my brother kept remarking about how there was more space than our parents' house and my house was closer to his job too. Red flags all around I know.

Eventually my brother asked me to speak privately. Everyone else suddenly left the room and piled out onto the front porch. That's what finally made me realize they'd planned something. My brother, let's call him Dan for the sake of simplicity, said the house was too much for me alone and I should let him move in with his family because his wife is pregnant with kid number four and my house is much closer to his job. He pointed out that I already have the camper so I could just live in that outside while they live in the main house and I'd like to point out that Dan never once spoke of offering rent. Mind you he's got a good job. He also started talking about how there would be changes and even curfews and that I couldn't just walk in at any time without prior notice. If it weren't my brother I'd think the person I was talking to had lost their mind but Dan lost his marbles long ago thanks to our parents treating him like he was the center of the world. I tried to speak but he kept talking over me as if I had no say in the matter. There was no way in hell I'd rent my house or parts of my house to him. Other people maybe just so I can pay the mortgage off more easily but certainly not him or his nasty wife. I've heard of this exact kind of situation in videos online many times and never once did I think I'd actually live it because I thought it so ludicrous but my parents, brother, and SIL do all fit the bill for a bunch of narcissistic entitled crazies.

So I picked up my phone and said it to start recording then just held on to it. Dan didn't even seem to care or notice that I'd done this and just sat there with his arms waving around while talking about all the reasons of why he needed my house then went from saying that to acting like it was a done deal and trying to reach out his hand to shake mine. That's when I finally showed my backbone and said hell no and I said it loud enough that Dan stumbled backward for a second. I'd rarely ever raised my voice to him on that level because I was punished by our parents whenever I did but this was my house not theirs. My spine can be as shiny as it wants here. I stood up and then told him that my house was not up for grabs and acting like I'll let him move in just because they want it won't make it happen. I bought my house for me and it's not my fault he keeps having more kids and has to keep living with our parents because he can't afford to move out. Dan got as physically close to me as he could without actually touching me and said that I didn't deserve the house and he needed a better place for his family to live. I laughed back in his face and said that was total bullshit because I worked hard to be able to buy my house. Of course I deserved it. Dan started yelling that I have no wife or kids and I don't need all the space so I may as well give it to him. I said I'm not giving him anything and he never even offered to pay me rent if I let him move in. I'd still be covering the entire mortgage on my own house without even being able to live in my own house. Then Dan told me that he shouldn't have to pay rent because his family comes first and our parents said I was going to do this and that I will. I yelled as if their word was law or something and told Dan that they did not have the right or power to give my house to him.

Then right on cue my parents and SIL barged back in through the front door and surrounded me to try and force me to agree. There was a lot of fighting but to sum it up from this point on I heard the line "just do it for Dan" way more times than I can remember. In the fight I told them all they don't have a say in my life or my house and to get out before I called the cops. SIL screamed the loudest at me about how she was pregnant again and I can't do this to her. I said I did nothing to her. She just assumed she could take and take from me like I would just allow it. I had no obligation to her or her family. Then I called her a stuck up bitch who never had any respect for me so I don't care what she thinks or how many kids she has. I have no sympathy for her. She won't be living in my house. Well that made her angry enough to attack me. She got in one good hit on my face and tried to do more but my brother held her back kicking and screaming. She kept demanding he let her go so she could scratch my eyes out. The phone I was holding recorded pretty much everything so I held it up and said I was going to call police if they didn't leave right away. My parents told Dan they were leaving then my mother said that I had a week to come to my senses. I told her I won't be and to not come back. Then I told SIL that my phone recorded everything and if she tries anything I'll press charges for assault. She screamed at me and then stormed out loudly crying with her face in her hands. My mother was the last one out the door and said that I better do this for Dan and SIL. I responded by telling her I won't be.

Update one: As I stated in the first half of my post many will find this unbelievable and long. Yes I am aware there are similar sounding posts online already. I've seen a number of them now but it's not like those posters have a monopoly on this sort of shit happening to them. If anything I'm surprised this site hasn't been better weaponized against this sort of thing since entitled people should be more afraid of getting outed here but anyway I do not blame anyone who calls bullshit. I would too if I was reading this. However by reading this in my first post you'll know just how messed up my parents are as in my life they were the root of all evil that spoiled my brother into the asshole he is today and never once have they given me a real reason for why and I kind of fear there isn't one. Some people can't explain why they make choices like child favoritism so it's all they can do to try and stand by the child they backed which is exactly what my parents tried to do and I've practically destroyed their lives for it not in the legal sense but more an emotional one.

After I kicked my parents, brother, and SIL out for trying to force me to hand over my new house to my brother I immediately went to my social media and told the story to the whole family. It spread pretty fast but you won't find it now because it all got deleted some time ago and I put my own profile on private. I posted about it because I knew that the first thing my family would do when they got home is try to twist the event to make me the villain and I was exactly right but I had about an hour to get started before them and I had video evidence to back up my story about what they'd done. No I don't plan on showing the video here so don't ask. Being preemptive worked because I got a fair number of family members on my side right away. My parents, brother, and SIL must have been all set to write their own post but it was too late so they didn't even bother trying to lie much. My parents, Dan, and SIL had a few flying monkeys supporting them but not much else. Plenty of others knew how entitled they already were so what happened was something they all quickly understood and accepted. There was one person in particular that called me. I don't know who they were but they ranted at me that I was a horrible brother and I needed to make way for a real family man. I just ended the call and blocked the number. This didn't repeat.

The week went by and my parents showed up with Dan at my front porch just like they said they would in their prior ultimatum. They rang my doorbell like crazy and also pounded on the door until I finally answered. I opened it just a crack and they tried to shove their way in again but I'd installed a couple of latch chains that prevented it and even braced my body against the door for good measure. My father and brother demanded I let them in but I said I was recording everything on camera and would call the police if they tried to force their way in again. My mother calmed them down and then in her most sickly sweet tone asked me if I was ready to let my brother move in. I told her and the rest of them to fuck off and never come back. My mother put on the crocodile tears and asked me why I can't just do this for Dan because he's my beloved brother. I laughed and then bluntly said I do not love him as a brother because he treated me like shit for years and they only encouraged him to do so. They are terrible parents and he is a terrible brother. Then told them to leave or I'd be calling police ASAP. They all left surprisingly easily apart from my mother's loud crying and the others giving me dirty looks. One could say making them leave was suspiciously easy. I thought the whole mess was over but I guess I should have taken them more seriously because they had other stupid plans.

I came home later that week on Friday evening to find a moving truck and my brother's minivan parked in my driveway. It was Dan and his family. They're moving stuff in. He just waved to me with a shit-eating grin when I saw him. I was furious and told him and the rest of his family to stop but SIL smugly said to me that like it or not they were moving in and then in the most fake way while tilting her head and puckering her lips she said that it was okay because my mommy allowed it and I should always listen to what my mommy tells me. I seized with rage just hearing those words and looking at her smug bitch face so I locked myself in my truck to call the cops right away. When they realized what I was doing SIL started pounding on my window and yelling at me to stop and that I can't do this to her because she and Dan need the house and she cried why can't you just do this for Dan. I responded with fuck Dan it's my damn house not his. Then she threatened to key the side of my truck unless I stopped calling the police all of which the 911 operator heard thanks to the window being slightly open. I told SIL if she damaged my truck I'd sue her and she was smart enough to retreat when the police arrived. Dan and SIL along with their kids had locked themselves in my house. I told cops what had happened as well as showing them my new driver's license that had my current address on it. Then when we went to my front door I saw that they'd changed the lock and the old lock was laying on the porch with the center of it drilled out and the drill they used was laying right next to it with a complete Harbor Freight drill bit set. Could they have been any more stupid leaving evidence out like that? I pointed out the broken lock and drill then gave the police a rundown on all the events that happened prior.

Well I guess Dan called our parents over at some point after I arrived home because they showed up while I was talking to the cops. My parents immediately lied and started saying that I'd agreed to rent my house to my brother and his family. I said that was an easily provable lie one way or another. So Dan and SIL finally came out of my house with some papers in hand. They both looked super smug like they'd somehow outsmarted me. They'd actually drawn up and printed out a fake rental agreement but my signature was not on it. There was one but it looked nothing like my handwriting. I don't think any of them have ever actually seen my signature so that was incredibly stupid on their part. I told my parents and Dan that was stupidly blatant fraud and if the cops investigated they'd easily figure that out and I don't think going to jail in court would do them any good. It could even make Dan lose his job which is his only means of providing for his family. I also said I would get a lawyer and sue for damages if anything of mine was lost, stolen, or broken and I'd call CPS too for good measure. Dan went white and looked really scared when I said all that but my mother got between us and doubled down about how I should just do this for Dan and live in the damn camper so they can finally have a family home to themselves. I yelled at her that if she thought it was such a good idea she could do it for Dan herself and let Dan have her house to himself instead. The cops separated my mother from me and I said I wanted them all out right now or I'll press charges. I stated in a shout about how they drilled out my front door lock to break in, the lease papers were obvious fakes, they badly forged my signature, and I have recorded video of SIL attacking me. Those are felonies I could fuck over their lives with if I wanted and if they didn't leave that's exactly what I'd do. The only reason I hadn't already was for the sake of Dan's kids so they have one chance to get the fuck out.

The moment my parents heard that I think it finally clicked that they could not force me to do it for Dan. My mother surrendered and said she'd put an end to this then she went over to SIL and spoke with her quietly for a minute while my father spoke to Dan. SIL instantly started loudly crying and ripping up the fake rental papers into tiny bits and tossing them like confetti only to have an officer tell them to pick up the bits of paper or he'd cite them for littering. Both of the cops at this point had the "I don't get paid enough for this" looks on their faces. Dan had to start telling his kids to load their stuff back into the moving truck. The kids were all crying and the eldest was sobbing that he won't get his own room now. SIL and Dan gathered their kids up to try and make one last pathetic attempt to guilt me with the sad family routine you know where they all gather together in a sort of group hug while all facing one direction. I swear I think they'd practiced it beforehand. All of the kids had the same pleading look with quivering mouths. SIL kept rubbing her pregnant belly and tilting her head to look like a sad puppy and my brother just made the saddest face he possibly could and said please don't do this we need to be able to live here but I didn't falter and told them to keep packing. All the kids and SIL turned the crying up to 11 and Dan yelled at me are you satisfied with yourself you've denied us a home because you're too selfish to share and help out family. I ended up laughing like a maniac and retorting that what he was trying to do was taking not sharing and no amount of crying will make me let his family move in because he's no brother of mine anymore. He's just an entitled prick who thinks he can take whatever he wants from me like when we were kids. Dan started F-bombing me until the cops told him to cool it or he'd be in cuffs regardless if I wanted to press charges. He sucked in his lips and looked at a mix of afraid and supremely pissed off.

I asked the cops if they could stick around until my parents, brother, and SIL had all left and they said they had no intention of going anywhere until this had been resolved. In fact in the next few minutes two cops became four as more drove in for whatever reason. That gave my parents some extra incentive to get moving. I made Dan give me the keys to the new lock he'd put on my front door though I got another lock the next day anyway because I didn't know if he had copies of the keys or not. He was really reluctant to hand them over then instead of handing them to me he actually threw them down the street and into a storm drain while saying to go get them myself but one of the cops scolded him for that and made him go get them. He had to pull the grate off just to get at them and he got pretty dirty in the process. When he got the keys back he just grumbled then slammed them down into my hand. I then told them all to leave and never come back. My mother said I'd be disowned for this as if that were some kind of threat to me and I voiced that to them then in an overly sarcastic way I said something along the lines of oh no that means I won't get to come to any holidays with you guys where I always get treated like shit by you all anyway because Dan has always been your obvious favorite. You treated me so badly when I was growing up that if Dan ever needs an organ donor I wouldn't give him anything so do like you always told me to do when I was mistreated by all of you and suck it up.

My parents were floored after I said all of that and the quartet of cops were looking pretty judgmental at them as well. I tell you if you want to put nasty parents like mine on the spot confront them in front of cops because they'll likely not try anything really stupid. Then my mother just started crying and walking away. My father just stood there looking like he wanted to hit me and Dan just held his kids in defeat. Oh and SIL was off having a tantrum in my front lawn. Soon enough they all formed a line handing out boxes and got their stuff out of my house. Nothing had been unpacked yet so it all was taken out pretty quickly but while doing it my mother kept saying it wasn't too late and I could still do it for Dan several times each time trying to bargain more and more to try to make me change my mind. She said that Dan could pay me rent if I let them stay and when that didn't work she said I could move back in with them to let Dan rent my house so I wouldn't have to share the building. I told her to shut up and keep packing boxes because I don't want Dan or his family around. I don't want his money and I certainly don't want to live with him or my parents ever again after the way they treated me when I was a kid. Making a deal with my parents would be like making a deal with the devil to me. SIL ended up having another tantrum after hearing that and threw a box down then sat on the ground to have a pity party because she didn't want to go back to sharing a house with my parents and she just sat looking angry and sad there until everyone else was finished. She didn't even want to get up when it was time to leave.

They finally got everything out of the house and into the truck so before they left I laid into my parents one last time about all of the shit they put me through growing up and with four cops being right there they couldn't do much other than stand there and take it for once. I called them out on so many things that happened and even pointed out how they couldn't just do something nice for me like letting me stay over with my camper when I was homeless and trying to get back on my feet, how they let Dan and SIL ridicule me and call me a bum. Well who's the bum now? They wanted to kick me out of my own house so Dan could stay in it free of charge yet when I needed a place to go they wanted to gouge me for more than I could afford just to park my camper when they knew I was out of a job.

There were more extremely judgmental stares from the cops when I said all of that so I put my parents on the spot one more time and asked them what I ever did other than being born to deserve being treated so badly because when I finally have a bit of success in life they want to snatch it away from me for their favorite child since they'd rather I give everything to Dan and have nothing for myself. I bought my house using the money that I earned. I owe them nothing and I won't be asking anything from them ever again because clearly I will never be anything more than a doormat or a cash cow in their eyes. I got no answers from them. They just stood there looking like fish out of water so I continued ranting and asked them what in God's name made them think they were such good parents after all of that. My father was beet red but more from embarrassment than anger this time and my mother was crying that she was a horrible person. I bluntly agreed that she is a horrible person.

They all are and I bet they'll go to hell for it too. They were shitty people and they all knew it but if I'd called them out on all this stuff in private instead of in public they'd just get mad at me and still act like I'm in the wrong. They just kept up the denial for so long that it became a part of who they are. My mother buried her face in my father's jacket to cry and my father looked more defeated than I've ever seen him. Dan and his family avoided me entirely as they finished putting everything back in the moving truck. I made sure nothing of mine was stolen not that I'd had a chance to get much furniture yet. I was lucky to even have a couch at that time. They all got back in their vehicles and SIL just stood staring at me with malice until my brother finally got her to drive the minivan home and as soon as they were all gone I got back online again and spilled the beans what happened. My parents were too embarrassed to even try and defend their actions this time and while the family was somewhat split before this incident it was now a landslide in my favor. Nearly all of the family has sided with me after this incident and those who haven't simply aren't siding with anybody. No matter how much my parents previously tried that "we did it for Dan" line no one listened anymore so any remaining familial support they had is now gone. Many in the family who I expected wouldn't side with me did. That includes the former flying monkeys so I guess they've finally had enough.

Around that time I offered to host half the family at next Christmas Eve in my new house. My parents were not invited. I wasn't blocked on my brother and SIL's profile surprisingly and I saw SIL had her fourth baby in early November. They are still living with my parents. I'm pretty sure they knew I was watching because SIL kept making passive aggressive posts every couple of weeks or so about not having enough space while living with my parents probably to see if she can still guilt me and I'm sure it's driving my mother and father up the wall because they aren't getting any peace and quiet in their old age with three rowdy obnoxious kids, a mentally unstable SIL, my golden child brother, and a newborn baby in the house all at once. Perhaps they could move into a camper in their own backyard and let Dan take over their house completely. They might get some peace then. Yeah they could do that for Dan. There were supposed to be more but this post got way too long so I'll be posting a part three later.

Update two: I was trying to keep things to two posts but I realized while compiling everything that part two was just too damn long so I've divided it into a part three. For those who commented in mass to get cameras I will when I can afford it. I'm still in financial recovery from buying a house last year and as far as I know good cameras need a decent computer to record to and I don't have anything more than a three-year-old laptop that runs Windows 10. Yes I am aware of doorbell cams. That will be the first kind I get. For those who kept saying that I should have just gotten my brother and SIL arrested that the only reason I didn't was because they are parents, their kids need them, and if Dan was arrested he'd likely lose his job and without that his family has no money and SIL has an only month old baby right now neither of them need to end up in jail but you don't need jail for revenge. Police can help yes but I got payback without filing a police report. Would I be this merciful again? More than likely not and they know it. I decided to wait on making an account and posting until after the New Year just in case more stuff happened and it did. As previous readers know my SIL was making passive aggressive posts on social media that were obviously directed at me especially after she had her fourth baby in November. She was posting the same repetitive nonsense over and over again. She just found semi-clever ways of rewording it but she pretty much kept regurgitating that she was tired of living with my parents, that there isn't enough space, she needs her own house, blah blah blah. I know I sound dismissive but live through what I have with these people and you'd be ready to sarcastically play tiny violins in front of them too. They're just that bad. And since I waited until January to make an account more happened just like I thought.

I stated before that I'd invited half the family for a Christmas Eve party at my house and everyone I invited all came even though it was a fairly long drive of around 3 to 4 hours for them but they wanted to come and show me their support. I was praised by them a lot for how hard I'd worked to get a house on my own and that they were sorry for everything I'd went through. I was asked why I didn't just take my camper and drive the 3 hours back to them instead of living pretty much homeless for so long and I had to sheepishly admit that I was very attached to living around here and I had my best employment opportunities in this area. My hometown doesn't have a lot of great job opportunities in my field if any at all and I wanted to make my own way as much as I could. An answer they overall accepted. We moved on to having a rather nice party the best I'd been in in years. Some relatives even brought CDs of great Christmas albums and I have to say the one my uncle brought of Ray Charles was my favorite. He sings Christmas songs like no one else I've heard. It was a grand and happy time. I felt like for once I could just forget my past issues and enjoy the moment but I wouldn't be writing this if it had stayed that way.

About 2 hours into the party you know who showed up. My parents, brother, and SIL popped in trying to look all smiles. They didn't even knock just walked right in my front door like they were meant to be there. I shut off the music and told them to leave immediately. They begged to stay and said they brought gifts. One of my uncles stood up and yelled at them before I got another chance to speak and he said they don't deserve to be in my home or my life after the shit they tried to pull months earlier and he was backed up by several other relatives. Mind you this guy is my mother's brother and he used to love her to pieces until he found out about the shit that went on between me and my parents. My grandparents, mother's parents, as old as they are hurriedly got in between us and said to my parents that if they want to make amends with me it's far too soon and they've never been more disappointed in them than they were this past year. They'd hidden their favoritism for my brother from prying eyes for a long time but no one was fooled anymore and they needed to make a serious effort to try and actually treat me like a son if they ever wanted to be in my life again. Then they turned to Dan and SIL and said they've seen the repetitive nonsense SIL keeps posting about. They're tired of it and to just let it go already. My house will not become their new home.

SIL went back to her old standard of crying and had a pity party about how she should be the one living here and not me. She plopped down in a chair to have a tantrum and say it wasn't fair I got this house to myself when I have no family of my own and she has four kids that need more space and she just wanted a better place to live in and feel like a real mom. It was petty of me but I loudly pointed out that she sucks as a mother because she lets my mother do most of the parenting while she sits on her butt all day drinking, playing on her phone, or going out and spending all of Dan's money and she has the nerve to complain about it. I even joked that I'm surprised her baby doesn't get drunk from her breast milk since she drinks so much booze which I admit went a bit too far as I got some stares and SIL demanded to know if I was calling her a bad mom. I said the evidence speaks for itself and if she wanted to be able to afford to move out of my parents' house someday then she needs to put her college degree to some use, get a job, and learn to save money. My mother already does most of the child care for my brother's kids anyway so she'd have plenty of time after her baby gets a little older.

My brother's eldest kid who's 7 years old ran up to start kicking and screaming at me for yelling at his mom and he kept at me about how his mom said that I was the bad guy who made her cry and didn't let them live here. That's when my brother grabbed his son to pull him away but all the other relatives jumped back in and this sort of turned into a family intervention against my SIL and brother. She was crying, her new baby was crying, her kids were crying, hell even Dan was very nearly in tears from the verbal lashing he was being assaulted with. He ended up just sitting on the ottoman I keep shoes in by the front door and looking like a complete wreck. He couldn't look anyone in the eye. He couldn't even say two words to me not with a whole house filled with angry people ready to judge him if he tried to let out his inner golden child again. If they weren't there to get in his way I bet this would have ended up a repeat of when he tried to order me around to try and take my house months earlier. By this point though he'd been so thoroughly humiliated that his and my parents' reputation in the family was completely destroyed because the masks were all now off.

Soon after my parents, brother, and SIL all left in defeat the party resumed and we all avoided speaking of what just happened for the rest of the evening. Since most of the adults had been drinking everyone stayed the night in my house. I even let some of them sleep in the camper so there'd be enough space. I admit it also makes a good guest house. My relatives all wanted a tour of it earlier as well and they said they couldn't believe I'd been living in it for around 2 years. I got a lot of questions about it like what summer and winter was like and so on. I was up earlier than everyone else Christmas morning and had a fresh pot of coffee and some ibuprofen for those spiked eggnog hangovers a few of them had. I was complimented on being a way nicer host than my parents ever were and we all agreed to do this again next Christmas.

After Christmas SIL did finally stop making posts that were obvious digs at me and deleted all of the old ones as well but shortly after the New Year she more recently made a new post complaining about how she'd tried to convince my parents to get a camper like I did so it could be set it up in the backyard so Dan and his family could use the whole house as their family home. Well the taste of one's own medicine is never fun because my parents turned that idea down vehemently. I hear no one is going to push them out of their own home let alone their master bedroom. The post was only up for a couple of days before SIL removed it and she has hardly posted anything since then. She loves to complain but if a tree falls and no one is around to hear it can it still complain? SIL I guess has realized there's no point in doing it when no one hears her anymore and Dan can't afford to move his family out on his salary alone anytime soon. If they end up expecting another child in the next few years I won't be surprised. Things mellowed down for me since then and I've even invited friends over for a poker night. I suck at poker because I can never remember a damn thing about it but so what.

We get to drink beer and eat junk food while being merry idiots. We all loaded up on Whoppers from Burger King and just had it at the best way four grown men can when they just want to have a good unadulterated time and get pissed drunk. I think maybe around summer I'll look into possibly dating someone. I'm not exactly getting younger here. Fingers crossed that goes well. My camper just sits idle in my yard now and I admit there were some days I went out there just to spend time in it. I did live in it for 2 years. It's like my second home and maybe one day I'll actually get to use it for camping like it was meant to be. I've never been camping. My parents considered it a waste of time so it'd be a completely new experience for me. This pretty much marks the end of what happened. My parents, brother, and SIL have all been staying very clear of me. In fact they seem to have gone back to acting like I don't exist like they did before I bought a house. Not like that bothers me at all. It's better that way but they'll inevitably come back in some way I know they will. I just wonder what kind of stupid thing they'll do next if anything notable like all this ever happens again I'll make another post if this account is still active.

Update three: This will not surprise some people who commented on my previous posts because my parents did some of the exact things they said they would which was wanting either my money or my signature. I did expect the classic lines of narcissists saying that I owed them or give me some kind of socialist BS of sharing the wealth but that was just my imagination running wild. The ensuing situation was somewhat similar to that but much more tame I guess you could say. They seem to know not to push me too far now and were mostly aiming for pity. It began when my parents recently got in touch with me through social media and asked for a meeting in a public place of my choosing. It just screamed trap but I wasn't afraid. In fact I was amused. They know I'm not to be fucked with anymore so I could only wonder what they wanted this time. I picked a local restaurant that may have a name of an olive and a garden in it and we met up there. Dan was with them but he kept his mouth shut most of the time. We had awkward greetings, ordered some drinks, and then cut to the chase. My parents begged me to help Dan get his own apartment so he could finally move out. Apparently Dan's credit isn't so great. Gee I wonder why. Could it be his wife regularly spends him into a hole? Well they asked that I help by either supplying some capital or by co-signing for the apartment and helping to pay the rent for it. I simply said no to both.



That's when Dan spoke up in anger and yelled at me that I have so much and I don't have a family to support like he does. He needed my help and I should be sparing the money for his family since I don't have one myself. I laughed and asked where they were when I needed their help. Oh that's right they were pointing and laughing at me for being homeless or should we go further back to my childhood. I'd love to delve into that with plenty of ears to listen and around us my mother grabbed my hand and begged me not to speak of any of it. My father and Dan both just looked away and said nothing. Pretty sure they wanted to say something like they used to at me but held their tongues. I asked them if they thought I was rich or something and their look said it all and when I told them I don't have that kind of money they looked at me like deer in headlights.

I broke it down about how much I'd managed to save for the down payment on my house and the way I had to live and work in order to save that much so fast and then how I spent nearly all of it on the down payment of my house. I'm still in financial recovery. I did have monthly income to spare yes but most of it was going right into my savings. I asked Dan what his yearly salary was and when he told me I pointed out that it was actually a bit higher than mine. I then loosely broke things down in rough math in front of my parents on how about 70% of my income goes to my mortgage, insurance, gasoline, internet, phone, food, and other bills and then there's maybe 30% of that left at most that I can put into savings and I need that money saved to get back on my feet in time and I have to make sure I have savings to fall back on. My truck is from the 90s. If it were to break down I'd need money to either fix or replace it and there's other things one would need a rainy day fund for like home repairs, doctors, taxes, lawyers, or anything in general you'd need quick cash for when it's a sudden unexpected expense. So as you can see I just can't spare money for Dan and I also refuse to co-sign for anything as that would leave me on the hook for any bill Dan couldn't or wouldn't pay.

Then I pointed out that that's likely why my parents didn't co-sign for Dan's apartment themselves long ago and my mother just started crying again. I was pretty much one step ahead of them in all of this. I'm not an ATM and I'm not a fool and I stated that right to their faces. I expected my father to become angry with me like he always does but this time he just well didn't. I've known this man to explode on me for the slightest provocation of not enabling my brother all of my life but this time he just didn't do that. There wasn't even a sneer on his face. The only way I could describe the look he had was regret and defeat. Maybe regret for being a shitty parent or maybe regret because he can't bully me around anymore. Who knows. Either way my parents couldn't really argue with me and I wasn't about to give them any money. Dan just got up and said this was all just a waste of their time and that he was leaving. My mother started apologizing for him but Dan still wanted to leave. Then just to kill with kindness I offered to buy them a round of unlimited soup and salad while we were all there. I guess they couldn't turn down free food since we hadn't ordered anything but drinks yet and they stayed. I went out of my way to talk about anything other than money. Dan remained quiet and was either eating his food or looking at his phone but my parents just awkwardly talked with me.

They brought up that they've recently joined a local Christian church and that they'd already been going for the last 2 weeks. I said good for them and they of course started trying to advertise that they'd like me to go too. I simply said no thanks and they were smart enough not to push further. When the meal was finished Dan left a $10 on the table for the tip and walked off without saying another word to me or anyone. My mother just excused his behavior and we all parted ways. That was about it. Not nearly as much drama as I thought there'd be but this is still far better than how things used to be with my parents and brother. As for SIL while she's been regularly complaining online about my parents she really doesn't seem to like the fact that she's not queen bee of their house and I think her toxicity is finally getting to them.

Why else would they be so desperate to come crawling back to me? SIL actually wants my parents to move into a camper like I had to do in order to make space in the house and she's being told no every time. She does seem to have a following of like-minded people like her though because here and there I get messaged by someone I don't know that are intent on raging at me for not giving up my house for SIL. I don't bother to argue with these people anymore. I just block and move on. Though there was one persistent troll who had my phone number and they call from a different number every time. Yes it seems to be the same person who called me to say I need to make way for a real family man like Dan but I could care less. The calls though seem to have slowed down if not maybe stopped because I made it clear to that person that they were only amusing me by keeping this up so long. The last time they called was around the beginning of the month and it's been silence from them since then.

Update four: Well I figured I'd wait half a year or so after the original post to update everyone but it ended up being longer than that. Yes things did go bad again but not really for me for the most part. I'm pretty much fine if not almost unscathed since last Christmas apart from the time my parents and Dan came to me for money as my last post told and a more recent confrontation between me and SIL you will read about here. I did get a few cameras for my house including a ring doorbell in front. I didn't tell my family about the cameras just in case but thus far no one has attempted a break in. I think the way I outed them all before scared them into leaving me alone for the most part anyway. I've taken to renting out two of the rooms in my house one to a close friend the other to a friend of said close friend. Both have been fantastic tenants. They know to keep quiet and leave me alone most of the time and even have small refrigerators they keep in their room so they don't need to keep any of their drinks in the main fridge.

The deal I gave them on rent was too good for them to pass up. It increased my monthly income well and even after taxes I'm still monthly putting away some decent amounts in the bank since the rent money pays a good chunk of my monthly mortgage. You're all probably wondering how my parents, brother, and SIL took to me renting out those rooms to friends. Well the answer is not well. My father and Dan stayed out of it but SIL freaked out which made my mother come crying to me over how I could have rented those rooms to Dan and his family instead. We had a bit of an argument in which I pointed out for one thing they fucking broke into my house before to try and steal it. She wouldn't want to let someone who did that move in with her. Also there wasn't enough room for me, Dan, and his entire family in my house not that I'd ever share a roof with him anyway. It's a three-bedroom and a manufactured home no less. I have the master bedroom and its adjoining bathroom that would have left only two small rooms for Dan, SIL, and four kids not to mention they'd be annoying as fuck to me all the time. Also she knows very well I can't be around SIL because she intentionally antagonized me and they all mocked me when I was homeless before. Besides my current tenants are both single guys in their 30s. I get along with them.

My mother had some sobbing excuses for a while but she finally let it go and admitted she was just desperate. My parents found out I was renting rooms out because SIL basically stalked me in some way then she told my parents and then my parents contacted me and then my mother came over to cry about it. Since then my parents haven't bothered me once about the house so things are good for me. My parents and Dan not so much. It turns out SIL is a far worse person than even I thought. I already knew she was a gaslighting self-victimizing dramatic bitch but she sank even lower because Dan's youngest child turned out not to be his. Yeah you all read that correctly. SIL had an affair which in retrospect isn't all that surprising and something a few people here totally called months ago. After being caught SIL was ousted from the family. Dan just recently finished with his divorce which actually went in his favor since we thankfully live in an at-fault state. Dan also sued to get his name taken off the birth certificate of the youngest child and won. Basically after the incident where my parents tried to force me to hand over my house things got pretty tumultuous over at their house. SIL blamed me a lot. She was convinced somehow that I had tons of money like I'd won the lottery or something and that I should share the wealth. Apparently it was her idea that they come to my Christmas party because she hoped they could all try to get on my good side. It was also her idea to make my parents and Dan try to get money from me for an apartment so it really burst her bubble when Dan and my parents informed her of how my finances actually were. For the longest time she had Dan and my parents fully engulfed in her toxic mindset and only fed their narcissism with her own so her blaming me made the rest of them blame me. That is until what happened in front of the police when they tried to steal my house.

That's when the downfall for SIL really started. My parents and Dan were apprehensive about coming to my Christmas party after the way I'd outed them but SIL convinced them to just throw together a few cheap gifts from what they could get at the last minute and just show up because he'd never throw us out once we're already there. Boy was she wrong. She gambled on that plan and I with the complete blessings of everyone I'd invited threw her and the rest of them out. Her plan she no doubt thought was the most clever thing ever backfired in her face spectacularly. I guess being chewed out by family at my party not only wrecked my parents' reputation even more it actually started a wake-up call for them to eventually not listen to SIL anymore.

And as I said in my last post my parents decided on going back to church perhaps because last year I'd said they'd probably go to hell for their actions. I can’t say that's the real reason but you got to admit it would feel kind of satisfying if that was the case. Though my parents hadn't been to church in two decades before going back. While I don't think it's a bad idea that they're going to church they need to understand that going doesn't just give them a do-over for all the shit they've done in the past but I have a little faith they're at least trying because my parents came to my house without Dan to personally apologize to me after they'd seen an animated video of my first three posts. That's right they've known about this Reddit account for a long time now. They also know everything I'm saying.

Yes they're unhappy about it but I feel everyone here deserves an update since it's anonymous. For my parents and Dan though watching animated video of themselves and their own actions was a great way to make them see what kind of people they really are and they came over to apologize to me later. I'd never seen my father apologize like that to anyone and the man isn't a good actor so this felt genuine. They fully acknowledged what they did to me and how there's no excuse for any of it. They even described themselves as narcissists and admitted the truth that they had wronged me very badly. Then they went on to blame SIL for a lot of things.

Yeah they kind of threw her under the bus but it's not like she wasn't guilty of everything they said. My parents have been getting counseling for a while now too and did offer group family counseling but I declined as I'm not ready for that any time soon. Dan himself didn't apologize to me for some time but he looked extremely remorseful anytime the past was brought up. Meanwhile Dan and SIL's marriage absolutely fell apart. It wasn't a crumble it was a cascade. Without me as the scapegoat/black sheep/ATM that they couldn't mock or try to get money from anymore and after the public humiliation of social media, my Reddit posts, and the animated online video SIL finally let out enough of her toxicity on Dan and my parents for them to realize she's not the person they thought she was. Their denial had been strong but SIL's entitlement was stronger. I've had many a thought of lightsabers clashing over this drama. SIL clad like a bimbo Sith with a lightsaber that looks like a giant lipstick or something like that.

I imagine there's a wealth of puns and jokes to be had there but I really didn't bother to think much more detail about it. But as you can imagine things only got worse because SIL kept looking for other ways to get what she wanted. She kept bringing up ads for used campers and RVs to try and get my parents to buy one to live out of so they could have the main house and she kept doing this no matter how many times they told her to stop.

She even tried to say my parents should just buy an RV and have a life on the road like normal old people do. That was stupid even for SIL. The opposite was suggested by my parents that Dan and SIL buy a camper themselves to live out of it instead. SIL basically said she shouldn't have to do that since she's the mom. She pretty much lorded the fact that she thought she had total parental authority over everyone's heads because the kids in the house were all hers. And when SIL didn't get her way she actually took her baby and left the house to disappear for several days. They knew she was fine because her phone was still working and she was responding to texts with short but passive aggressive answers.

And when she came back she was only more embittered because nobody caved to her demands while she was away. SIL also refused to go to church but Dan went with our parents and took his kids along as well save for the youngest since SIL refused to let him take the baby anywhere. Personally I don't go to church. I believe in God and all that stuff but I just don't like church. Besides it never did me any good growing up.

Update five part two: Just so everyone understands a lot of this information came from Dan and my parents so I'm just telling what I know. Shit really hit the fan when Dan suddenly called out his wife as a cheater in March. This shocked us all because we thought he was a complete pushover to her but no he's not at least not anymore. You all know how he treated me when I was on his bad side. Well his wife wasn't spared that at all. He started putting pieces together about her deceit after finally pulling his head out of his ass and secretly got DNA tests for all his kids. Three of the kids are his but the youngest one the baby was not.

For the record Dan and I both have pretty dark straight hair that's almost black same with our parents. SIL's hair is straight and pretty dark too but the baby's hair is lighter and a bit curly. At first Dan just thought it was because of the baby's age. SIL kept playing it off and said that it would darken in time but the baby's hair never got darker. I guess that was Dan's biggest clue. He confronted his wife with the DNA result in front of our parents and she broke down sobbing that it was a mistake. SIL pulled out all the DARVO stops of denying, trickle truthing, and gaslighting but Dan had none of it and actually had done more to find out about her affair than I would have ever thought. I knew he was smart he just let himself be dumb. He had detailed proof of her cheating with phone records, texts he got off her phone, bank records, and the DNA test. He even identified the man she's cheating with who is likely the father since he has much lighter colored curly hair. The evidence against her was crystal clear and Dan said she was so bad at hiding her affair he didn't even have a hard time figuring any of it out once he started looking.

My parents demanded that SIL leave their house immediately. That's when she went psycho on them all first in just yelling but she quickly got physical. Police had to be called by my mother and yeah SIL was arrested. She scratched up Dan and my father quite a bit with her long fake nails and even harmed her eldest kid in the crossfire by hitting him hard enough to have a black eye and nosebleed when he tried to intervene. Dan was smart enough to have his phone recording nearby when he confronted her so the police had all they needed to arrest her for assault. SIL's parents had to drive over to bail her out then they came back for the baby's stuff and her car as well.

A couple days after SIL got bailed out she showed up at my house because I was apparently next on her shit list. As soon as I opened the door she went on a delusional rant where she called me out about posting on Reddit then said I was the entitled bane of her existence. I'm not sure but I think she might have been high on something because this felt extra crazy for her and her eyes didn't look right. She claimed mothers with young children are the most sacred thing in the world then went on yelling that giving up my house shouldn't have been too much to ask for because supporting the family was the least I could have done and if I had then her family would still be together. When I tried to talk while she was spewing all that out she actually attempted to shove me and cover my mouth. She even had her hand poised like she was ready to scratch me. Well that went about as well with me as you can expect. I'm not exactly one to be threatened and told her I'd call police if she didn't take her hands off me right that moment. I also told her I'd got it all on my doorbell camera. She started panicking the moment she heard camera. Then I ended up verbally savaging her to the point she was backing off my porch.

I told her she had some gall to call me entitled when she's exactly that. She didn't work for anything she had anymore, cheated on her husband and got pregnant from her affair partner, made my mother do most of the parenting for her children, spent Dan's money till they were in a financial hole, and acted entitled to my home to the point of trying to steal it. I called her entitled x1000 and that she's a greedy bitch who is blinded by narcissism. Then I told her to stop blaming me for her own actions and to never show up at my house again. Being told all that was pretty much all SIL needed to hear before jumping back into her car then peeled out and sped off. This was finally the straw that broke the camel's back for me. Now that she was separated from Dan I ended up finally going to the police and filing a report on her for harassment and the assault she'd done on me last year and her putting her hands on me at my front porch only added to it.

The police have it all on record now and I gave copies of the video to Dan for his divorce lawyer and yes I did file for a restraining order against SIL. It was easily granted because it was obvious the woman is unhinged. She's not made a social media post about me since that I could see but that's just because she put her profile on private. I hope her blame ship against me has long since sailed. Either way she's left me alone. SIL was still with her affair partner during the divorce at the time. I had no real idea of what kind of man he is but any person who monkeys with someone else's spouse and even has a child with them really doesn't have a lot of morals to begin with. Once the divorce was underway SIL admitted that Dan just wasn't man enough for her anymore because he couldn't afford to give her the lifestyle she wanted.

She actually believed herself to be on the level of a trophy wife and that she deserves to be with someone wealthy. Dan said he pulled away and maniacally laughed at her. He said she was nowhere near hot enough to be a trophy wife along with mentioning any other fault she had. SIL ended up humiliated by this and ran off like a child. Due to having to live with her parents SIL was forced to work in their family business because Dan wasn't giving her access to his bank accounts anymore. She'd already maxed out all the credit cards he previously gave her and she griped about having to work for her parents despite having a college degree but I think they were the only ones who'd employ her anyway since she's got a criminal record and a decade long gap in her resume. I've heard from Dan that her parents were severely disappointed in her as well but that was just a rumor. They could be just as bad as her for all I know. Either way the shit show of a divorce really took off once it got going. SIL didn't walk away with much from it especially because she had an affair, physically hurt her ex-husband and eldest child, and it's an at-fault state like I mentioned earlier so she kissed any chance of getting her way goodbye. I'll go into detail about it in the final post.

Update six part three: This is what I know of the divorce from my brother Dan. Dan's lawyer pulled some strings to get the divorce started as fast as possible but it cost him. I don't know the more specific details or how much it all cost. They never told me. SIL on the other hand was financially backed into a corner very badly and you know what can happen when you corner an animal. She fought back but the law was not on her side nor was her dwindling finances. SIL's parents had to pay for a lawyer for her and not a very good one either. Also she actually brought her affair partner to the divorce court to testify on her behalf. This guy was a real piece of work.

He had a bronze tongue and a charming smile he tried to use to his advantage. He claimed SIL had been wronged by an incompetent husband which is why she sought the arms of another man. He claimed he was ready to take responsibility for his child he had fathered with SIL but that SIL would still be needing the alimony for helping support herself and care for said child. He remarked that because Dan at the time was still on the birth certificate alimony should be one of his obligations. Dan said this guy used big words and a charming smile but seemed an extra special kind of stupid and coming from Dan that's saying something. The judge was also not swayed in the slightest and told the bronze tongue guy that he was a hypocrite for saying he was ready to take responsibility for his own child while also holding his hand out for money from the man whose marriage he'd helped ruin. That shut him up. Dan was prepared to sue his wife's affair partner for alienation of affection too however that fell through.

I guess it would have been on Dan to prove how much she loved him before the affair started but after her mask came off and we saw the real her we're not sure if she ever really loved him at all or if she just loved having a meal ticket. Someone here pointed out SIL probably kept popping out kids to avoid getting a job and you may have been right. Either way SIL tried dragging out the divorce but Dan's lawyer and the judge kept it from happening much. I swear Dan must have seriously lucked out because he got one of the meanest and most unsympathetic to cheaters judges in the state and all the evidence we had on SIL made it easy to keep her from playing the victim so instead she just let her real bitch self out since there was no point in hiding it anymore. The court had all of the records provided by Dan and myself, police reports, photos, and recordings to prove she was an abusive narcissist. There was a mountain against SIL that she had no way to climb over or hike around. She tried standing against the mountain but that was prime avalanche territory. In the end of the divorce SIL struck a deal to end things quick.

Dan takes 3/4 of the credit card debt, gets his name off the affair baby's birth certificate, and SIL walked away with only partial custody of her children, no alimony, but also without most of the credit debts she racked up. Her being legally employed by her parents meant she had an income of her own to fall back on to start paying off her debts. She can see her other kids almost whenever she wants and can take them on weekends but for whatever reason has made very few attempts to even see them. She took them out to eat fast food a few times but she never took them home with her. The kids are back in school now so that gives her even less opportunities to see them. You'd think her parents would want to see their grandchildren but they haven't contacted Dan about it. They barely saw Dan's children before that too.

Now they may not even bother to see them at all. Do they hate kids or something? Even Dan doesn't know but he tells me that his in-laws were always indifferent to him. As for Dan well he really did love his wife a lot so the betrayal of her cheating made him hit the bottle hard. Rewind back to the night of his confrontation with his wife. He came to me in a stupor with a whiskey bottle in hand and his face all scratched up and covered in bandages. I wouldn't say he was drunk yet but I freaked out seeing him looking like that at first then berated him for driving under the influence but that didn't really mean much to him compared to the betrayal of his cheating harlot of a soon-to-be ex-wife. We spent a few hours hanging out in my camper so as not to disturb my tenants all the while Dan was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle and crying that he's a fool and how he regretted ever marrying SIL. Pretty much any time he mentions her now he just refers to her as that bitch so that's ex-SIL's nickname now.

Ironically this time together was the most bonding Dan and I have done in 15 years. While he didn't exactly apologize to me he called himself a shitty human being with terrible taste in women then said I at least didn't make his mistakes despite all he previously did to me. He's still my younger brother and I couldn't risk letting him try to drive home so I told him to stay the night and managed to take his keys then set up the bunk in my camper for him to use. I rented out my spare rooms after all. He was in no shape to drive home and if he'd taken an Uber he'd have to pay for it and then have to come back for his car later. He was still a depressed crying mess and didn't want our parents or his kids to see him like that and frankly I was worried he'd do something insanely stupid if I let him leave. I didn't want him to sleep in the house so putting him in the camper was the best option. Just because that bitch fucked him over doesn't mean I suddenly trusted him so better for him to sleep it off in the camper.

We both spent time in the camper playing games and watching movies on my portable DVD player. Poker was no fun with just two people and Old Maid was just boring. Thankfully I had an Uno deck too and an old school Battleship game. He really liked those. It was enough to keep him distracted until he was finally willing to lay down after running out of whiskey. He threw up a lot of it in a bucket anyway but he was not opposed to sleeping in my camper. In fact he found the idea kind of cool. Dan had a lot of questions for me as to how I'd lived in the camper for as long as I did and I answered them all if not just to keep him busy. But I needed to go to bed myself since I had to be up early so I left him with my portable DVD player and a couple of movies that way he could amuse himself alone for a while if he even managed to stay awake. Before leaving for work in the morning I popped in while Dan was passed out in the bunk and left a bottle of ibuprofen and an energy drink on the counter of the camper's kitchenette along with his car keys and a letter explaining to leave through the backyard gate. He saw himself out without trouble around 1:30 p.m.

About a month after ex-SIL AKA that bitch was kicked out Dan came to me asking to borrow my camper. I guess he found it more comfortable than I'd thought when he slept in it and he fully admitted he didn't ask sooner out of pride but with his soon-to-be ex-wife out of the house he decided to give up his room for his eldest kid. He's got two girls and a boy with the boy being the eldest and now 8 years old. The kids were all forced to share a room until that point. They just had curtains up for the boy's half of the room but the boy often slept on the couch to avoid his sisters. I know the poor kid was really desperate for his own room so I guess Dan decided to finally make a better decision as a dad and came to see me in order to beg to borrow my camper so his son could have his room.

If he could have afforded it he'd have bought his own camper instead of relying on me and even said as much. I hadn't even gotten the chance to use the camper for actual camping yet but I caved and let him use it since it was actually for a good cause and he promised to buy his own in time anyway. No I didn't ask for rent money for the camper. Dan is in enough of a financial hole as it is right now. Ex-SIL and the divorce drained him and I've learned that I get far better results with family lately by not being spiteful. I loaded my camper up and put it down in my parents' backyard and my father put in a 30 amp breaker so it'll have enough power for Dan to run heat and AC when he needs it. I do miss the camper after all that time living in it. It kind of felt like it was a part of me but the only reason I loaned it out was for the sake of Dan's kids. Pretty much the only reason I still do anything for my parents or Dan is for the sake of those kids as I've bonded with them.

And yes I know I may not get the camper back for quite some time and likely not in the kind of condition I lent it out in but I've warned Dan and my parents that they will be financially responsible for any damage they do to the camper as well as its upkeep for as long as they have it. I also took many timestamped pictures and video of the camper inside and outside before lending it out so I can prove its condition before it left. Dan even recorded a video with me agreeing to my terms so that's as good as a contract. With the financial drain of the divorce Dan's not going to be able to get a place of his own for years I'll bet though he seems to have no complaints about living in the camper at least but I don't know if he actually likes it or if he's just putting up a front but I can guess it reminds him of the backyard forts we had as kids since that's how it felt with me sometimes. Either way he's living in it now. I did get some major props from the extended family for letting him borrow it too. I'm now referred to by a lot of them as the good brother Dan doesn't deserve. Either way I think getting rid of SIL was a great first step in mending the family as a whole. I still have little care for my brother and parents after the way they treated me all my life but I'm not going to let Dan's kids suffer for it. Those kids have actually really warmed up to me.

They're actually happy to see me when I come over or when they visit me. I've even babysat a few times now. Now that they don't have their mother's toxicity around they've become much nicer kids especially to me. I'm actually getting to enjoy being an uncle now. My mother is still doing the bulk of the parenting for my niblings and she's been acting as nice as possible to get on my good side. My father often looks very defeated in my presence but otherwise he's been either stoically quiet or just generally nice to me but he won't talk to me much though that's leagues better than how he was before at least. I'm not letting my guard down either way. My parents do seem more happy that my ex-SIL is gone and they often say they don't know what they ever saw in her. My mother especially because the two of them butted heads over who was mom in the house for a long time now. For the last part at the same time as the divorce Dan sued to have his name removed from the birth certificate of the baby that wasn't his.

That bitch didn't really want to change it because it meant no more child support from Dan as she did. However there was a court-ordered paternity test for the man identified as the baby's father. I was prepared to laugh in case it turned out he wasn't the father either but he was and Dan's lawyer had a long talk with ex-SIL's lawyer. Ex-SIL had no leg to stand on and Dan was ready to go to bat to make her situation even worse. She didn't have the finances to fight him any longer and agreed to changing the birth certificate. The bronze tongue loudmouth who knocked her up did man up to take financial responsibility as a parent but he ended up not staying with SIL. He contacted Dan through his lawyer to tell him he'd broken up with that bitch and that he wouldn't bother him again. I checked the social media of that guy after Dan linked me to it and the guy was upset that now he's financially responsible for a child he never planned to have and that he's too young for this. Guys from what Dan's lawyer was able to find out that man is just over 40. He looks younger than he is but he's by no means a young man. Shortly after that he put his online profile on private. Ex-SIL did the same with hers a long time prior so I've had no more information left to give. This may be the end. Ex-SIL is out of our hair. My parents and brother have finally made a real effort to be better people. I'm surprisingly happy as an uncle and my house is still my house.

Update seven: No surprise ex-SIL saw my Reddit posts. She can't contact me about them in any way but with a lawyer thanks to my restraining order against her and she likely can't afford to get a lawyer right now anyway since the divorce financially drained her too so she bitched to Dan about it and demanded he'd tell me to delete my Reddit account but not only has Dan read my recent posts he no longer cares. He said they serve as a reminder of the prick he used to be and he's not losing sleep about it. Besides I've still helped him out despite all he's done to me so he is not going to be upset about it. My parents have also made sure to try and treat Dan and I more equally when I'm around too. My father is still a man of few words around me though. Someone pointed out that changing now after so long of treating me as the opposite of Dan means he doesn't know how to connect with me anymore and I think they're right. I don't mind the way he is now though.

My mother has also developed a habit of saying she's sorry about every little thing in my presence. Dan told me that she and my father have been reamed a lot by extended family and their counselor and now my mother feels like she needs to apologize for everything. This is all a stark contrast to how they used to treat me. Also I didn't talk about before what ex-SIL's opinion was on Dan borrowing my camper so his son could have his and ex-SIL's old bedroom. Well like a stereotypical bully she looked down on him and mocked him about it because now he's living like a bum as she put it but Dan took it in stride and asked if she was done yet because he knew this was exactly how she'd react and he just plain doesn't care anymore. She's borderline dead to him and her insults were on deaf ears. Then he pointed out to her that he was living out of the camper because he was putting his kids ahead of himself so his son could have his own room something his ex never did despite being their mother.

She just weaponized her children and pregnancy to keep from working and to emotionally blackmail everyone. Then he asked her to remind him how that was working out for her. Mind you this was early on in their divorce. I'm sure you can all guess her reaction. Dan said his ex did quite the tantrum about my recent posts but no one has bothered to contact me on her behalf to take them down so she just has to live with a well-deserved shame. She has been trying to act nicer to Dan lately. Guess the grass isn't so green living with her parents. Dan tolerates her as the mother of his children whenever they meet but nothing more. He will never take her back. He's told me that he can never look at her like he used to and the very thought of her turns him off emotionally so ex-SIL pretty much has no chance of reconciliation. I have no new info on ex-SIL's affair partner. His social media is still locked down same with ex-SIL's and it's likely to remain that way as long as I have a chance of reading them.

Update eight: Happened in the middle of the night/very early morning on the 1st. I suspect it was my ex-SIL but the person my cameras recorded was wearing layers of heavy sweats and had their face wrapped up along with big glasses covering the eyes. You couldn't really tell if they were a man or woman. They came on foot too so no identifying a car. They did look about ex-SIL's height though but that's not much in the way of evidence on its own. If it was ex-SIL she knew about my cameras so covering her face and body for petty eggy revenge was probably the smartest thing she's done in years. Way to finally put her college degree to use by egging a beat up old pickup truck. The egger showed up around 3:00 a.m. I was deep asleep and didn't hear anything. Whoever it was that appeared that night quickly threw a dozen eggs or so all over my truck. They didn't attempt to do any more damage at least and were gone in a flash as soon as the last egg was thrown. I didn't see the mess till I was leaving for work in the morning. I ran my truck through a local car wash during my lunch break. That took most of the egg off.

Had to scrub it a bit more later after work. Egg really isn't good for the paint but the truck is from the 90s and doesn't exactly look mint anyway. I did take photos and filed a police report with the CCTV footage as evidence but so far nothing has come of it. There was no real damage other than my minor irritation and $15 at a car wash. If ex-SIL did do this then she was smart enough to only throw eggs and not key my paint or slash my tires so my insurance wouldn't be involved. I don't think much will come of the police report as the cops seem to dismiss it as a probable prank by a teenager. I get they were probably overworked but at least the report will keep a paper trail in case of future incidents. I waited till now to post because I wondered if anything else would happen but no just right back to peace and quiet. I would appreciate any good advice on the matter though just in case something like this happens again.

Update asked around with some people on the street about cameras possibly seeing the person who egged my car. Our responses ranging from we don't have cameras to it was Halloween and people pull stupid pranks let it go. The few people who were helpful told me that I waited way too long to ask and the footage auto deleted so basically the egger got away but if it was SIL I'm guessing she had to walk around a half mile in those sweats just to not get her car spotted on camera or something. It wouldn't surprise me if she questioned if it was even worth the effort. Oh well I guess I'll just wait and see if the egger comes back next year. I did hand out printed pictures of the egger though and even taped a few up on posts so now people in my neighborhood are aware at least. The tenants renting out two rooms in my house have stayed out of it and I don't really blame them. It's not their problem.