Meine verwöhnte Familie will mein Haus wegnehmen und es der Frau meines Bruders schenken.

Ich bin ein Single Anfang dreißig. Mein Bruder ist 29 und hat schon vier Kinder. Sein erstes Kind bekam er mit 22, das zweite ein Jahr später, das dritte zwei Jahre darauf, und das vierte ist erst vor ein paar Monaten geboren. Seine Frau, meine Schwägerin, und ich verstehen uns überhaupt nicht. Sie versucht ständig, mich zu provozieren, indem sie sich überlegen fühlt und dann zur totalen Selbstmitleids-Queen mutiert, wenn ich mich irgendwie wehre. Sie kann sofort losheulen und so überzeugend Mitleid erregen, dass sie fast jeden um den Finger wickelt. Meine Eltern und mein Bruder vergöttern sie, obwohl sie genau wissen, wie sie wirklich ist, und es ihnen völlig egal ist. Sie sieht sehr gut aus, das muss ich ihr lassen, aber sie ist so furchtbar, dass ich mich niemals zu ihr hingezogen fühlen könnte. Sie weigert sich trotz ihres Hochschulabschlusses, irgendeine Arbeit anzunehmen, und meine Mutter kümmert sich den ganzen Tag bereitwillig um die Kinder, sodass ihre Finanzen vollständig von meinem Bruder abhängen. Das bedeutet auch, dass sie sich keine andere Wohnung leisten können als das Haus meiner Eltern, und die Privatsphäre ist etwas eingeschränkt, da sie alle unter einem Dach in einem Dreizimmerhaus aus den 60er-Jahren leben.

In meiner Kindheit war mein jüngerer Bruder eindeutig der Liebling. Wir trennen drei Jahre, aber er entwickelte einen Überlegenheitskomplex, weil ich hart bestraft wurde, wenn ich mich gegen seine Streiche wehrte. Damals war klar, dass meine Eltern ihn viel mehr liebten, denn er bekam den Löwenanteil von allem, es sei denn, man sprach ihn darauf an, was von anderen Familienmitgliedern recht häufig vorkam. Deshalb packten meine Eltern uns alle ein und zogen etwa 240 Kilometer von ihnen entfernt, sodass sie uns im Grunde nur noch an Feiertagen sahen, da die Fahrt drei Stunden dauerte. Mein Bruder wurde mir gegenüber mehrmals handgreiflich, flirtete unaufhörlich mit meiner ersten Freundin, bis sie mit mir Schluss machte, und lachte über jedes Unglück, das mir widerfuhr. Meine Eltern sagten mir dann nur, ich solle mich nicht so anstellen, wenn ich deswegen traurig war.

Ich wurde nur dann gleichberechtigt behandelt, wenn meine Eltern den Schein wahren wollten. Ich muss zugeben, es war ziemlich amüsant, ihre Gesichter zu sehen, wenn sie mich an Geburtstagen und Weihnachten genauso behandeln mussten wie meinen Bruder, weil andere Leute da waren. Wir hatten sehr neugierige Verwandte, die gerne tratschten und über alles Mögliche redeten. Deshalb taten meine Eltern ihr Bestes, die Wahrheit zu verbergen und drohten mir, mir alles wegzunehmen, wenn ich nicht den Mund hielt. Letztendlich freuten sich meine Eltern umso mehr, als ich 18 wurde und auszog, denn das bedeutete, dass sie mich nicht mehr unterstützen mussten. Ich hatte noch nicht einmal die Schule abgeschlossen, als ich auszog, aber bei Freunden auf der Couch zu übernachten war viel besser, als bei ihnen zu wohnen. Seitdem ich von zu Hause ausgezogen bin, hatte ich kaum noch Kontakt zu ihnen. Sie kamen nicht einmal zu meinem Schulabschluss, aber das war mir egal. Von da an sah ich meine Eltern und meinen Bruder, wie den Rest der Familie, meist nur noch an Feiertagen.

Der Beginn der Pandemie 2020 war hart für mich. Ich verlor meinen Job und konnte meinen Mietvertrag für meine Eigentumswohnung nicht verlängern, weil mein Mitbewohner ebenfalls arbeitslos geworden war und wir uns die Wohnung mit dem Arbeitslosengeld nicht mehr leisten konnten. Es war eine gemietete Zweizimmerwohnung, die ich wirklich geliebt hatte. Kurz vor Ablauf des Mietvertrags zog mein Mitbewohner vorzeitig zu Verwandten zurück, und ich musste fast all meine Sachen verkaufen, weil ich sonst bald obdachlos gewesen wäre. Eigentlich hätte ich mir keine so teure Wohnung mieten sollen, aber ich genoss das luxuriöse Leben, bis es sich als ungerecht erwies und mir klar wurde, dass ich besser woanders hätte wohnen sollen, um mehr Geld für Notfälle hätte sparen können. Aber ich hatte einen Plan. Ich besitze einen Pickup, einfach weil ich Pickups schon immer geliebt habe. Also fand ich einen gut erhaltenen Wohnwagen für 1000 Dollar und montierte ihn auf meinen Pickup, um eine Zeit lang darin leben zu können. Es sollte nur vorübergehend sein, aber ich lebte schließlich viel länger darin, als ich je gedacht hätte. Ursprünglich hatte ich gehofft, in meinem Wohnmobil bei meinen Eltern wohnen zu können, wo auch mein Bruder mit seiner Familie lebt. Als ich meine Eltern fragte, ob ich eine Weile bei ihnen bleiben dürfe, meinten sie, sie hätten genug Platz und wollten mich nicht dabeihaben. Außerdem hätten wir uns in den letzten zehn Jahren nicht besonders gut verstanden. Sie sagten, sie würden mir nur erlauben, mein Wohnmobil dort abzustellen, wenn ich ihnen ungefähr so ​​viel Miete zahlen würde wie für eine Wohnung in meiner Gegend. Das war viel zu viel, nur um mein Wohnmobil abzustellen. Ich war arbeitslos und versuchte, so viel Arbeitslosengeld wie möglich zu sparen, bis ich einen neuen Job finden würde. Bei der Miete, die sie verlangten, hätte ich mir genauso gut eine Wohnung leisten können. Meine Eltern nannten mein Wohnmobil einen Schandfleck und schickten mich weg, da wir uns nicht einigen konnten. Meine Schwägerin fand es total witzig, dass ich in einem Wohnmobil leben musste. Mein Bruder stimmte ihr zu, zeigte mit dem Finger auf mich und verspottete mich als Obdachlosen.

In der ersten Nacht, in der ich nirgendwo anders hin konnte, parkte ich meinen Truck mit Wohnmobil auf einem Supermarktparkplatz. Ich hatte panische Angst, dass jemand einbrechen könnte. Ich habe die ganze Nacht kein Auge zugetan. Meine Verwandten mit Häusern wohnten ziemlich weit weg, meine Freunde lebten alle in Wohnungen, und ich hing sehr an meiner Gegend, deshalb wollte ich nicht einfach weg. Ich hatte meine Post an die Wohnung eines Freundes umleiten lassen. Das war die einzige Möglichkeit, wie ich überhaupt noch an meine Post kam. Einen festen Stellplatz zu finden, war ziemlich schwierig. Ich hielt Ausschau nach einem Job, der meinem alten ähnelte. Monatelang lebte ich als Nomade in meinem Wohnmobil. In dieser Zeit hatte ich mit vielem zu tun, von Bettlern und Drogenabhängigen bis hin zu Leuten, die mich aufforderten zu gehen, weil mein Wohnmobil angeblich ein Schandfleck war. Einmal behauptete sogar jemand, der mich zum Wegfahren aufforderte, Mitglied der Eigentümergemeinschaft zu sein. Ich hatte nicht einmal in einer Wohnstraße geparkt, und als ich fragte, um welche Hausbesitzervereinigung es sich handele, wurden sie unglaublich aggressiv und bedrohten mich. Um Ärger zu vermeiden, habe ich mein Wohnmobil trotzdem weggefahren.

Um eine zuverlässige Stromversorgung zu haben, lernte ich, mit einem langen Verlängerungskabel überall, wo es ging, die Batterien meines Wohnmobils aufzuladen. Das bedeutete, mich herumzuschleichen und es an einer Außensteckdose eines beliebigen Gebäudes anzuschließen, während ich auf der Straße parkte. Ich weiß, das ist nicht gerade elegant, aber ich musste meine Batterien geladen halten, damit mein Kühlschrank kühl blieb. Ich hatte zwar eine kleine Solartasche zum Aufladen meines Handys, aber keinen Generator. Generatoren sind laut und brauchen außerdem Benzin, also tat ich, was ich tun musste. Nach monatelangem Leben unter solchen Bedingungen gelang es mir endlich, einen neuen Job zu finden. Ich musste in die Nachbarstadt ziehen, um einen Job außerhalb des Einzelhandels zu finden. Ich hatte während meines Studiums im Einzelhandel gearbeitet und mir geschworen, nie wieder dort zu arbeiten, obwohl ich kurz davor war, dieses Versprechen zu brechen. Ich bezog zwar noch Arbeitslosengeld, hatte aber keine feste Bleibe, solange ich es bezog, und ich wollte nicht immer noch arbeitslos sein, wenn das Geld auslief. Außerdem langweilte ich mich zu Tode. Ich hatte nicht viel anderes zu tun, als zu lesen, Filme auf einem kleinen tragbaren DVD-Player zu schauen, mein Handy oder meinen Laptop zu benutzen und mir zu merken, wo ich parken und welche öffentlichen Toiletten es in der Nähe gab. Ich beneide die Japaner ein bisschen um ihre öffentlichen Badehäuser. Sowas könnten wir hier wirklich gut gebrauchen.

Als ich endlich einen neuen Job hatte, wohnte ich praktisch auf dem Hinterhof des Gebäudes neben dem Lager und den alten Mitarbeiterparkplätzen, die scheinbar niemand sonst nutzte, weil sie so weit hinten lagen, dass der Bereich fast vergessen war. Meinem Chef und dem Firmeninhaber gefiel diese Regelung sogar, da ich bereit war, jede Schicht anzunehmen, solange ich genug Schlaf bekam. Er erlaubte mir sogar, meinen Wohnwagen vom LKW abzuladen und auf einem der Parkplätze abzustellen, damit ich ohne ihn herumfahren konnte. Ich bin mir nicht ganz sicher, ob das legal war, aber niemand hat sich während meiner gesamten Zeit dort daran gestört. Ich hatte nicht viel mit unbefugtem Betreten zu tun. Es gab zwar ein paar, aber die Sicherheitsleute haben sie weggeschickt. Ich war fast immer erreichbar, wenn man mich brauchte, und habe praktisch jeden Tag der Woche gearbeitet. Mein Chef erlaubte mir, meinen Wohnwagen an den Strom- und Wasseranschluss des Gebäudes anzuschließen, und ich zahlte eine kleine Miete, indem ich sonntags kostenlos arbeitete, wenn außer dem Hausmeister und dem Sicherheitsmann niemand im Büro war. Darüber hinaus musste ich meistens in der Wohnung eines Freundes oder im Fitnessstudio duschen, da der Camper keine Dusche, sondern nur eine tragbare Toilette hatte. Die wollte ich nicht befüllen, weil das Entleeren eine eklige Angelegenheit ist, also nutzte ich so oft wie möglich andere Toiletten. Ich hatte einen Schlüssel zum Lagerhaus und konnte dort jederzeit die Toilette benutzen. Ich war sogar mit dem Nachtwächter per Du. Er ist mittlerweile einer meiner engsten Freunde.

Der Wohnwagen ließ sich im Winter mit einer kleinen Elektroheizung gut heizen. Die Sommer waren allerdings unerträglich. Da der Wohnwagen keine Klimaanlage hatte, musste ich mir ein gebrauchtes, mobiles Klimagerät besorgen, um es erträglich zu machen. Ich habe viele Überstunden gemacht und von den Kollegen einige neue Fähigkeiten gelernt. Mitte des Jahres bekam ich dann eine bessere Position im Unternehmen als Supervisor und verdiente plötzlich mehr als in meinem alten Job. Da beschloss ich, dass ich ein Haus wollte. Der Schreck, den ich beim Verlust meiner Eigentumswohnung erlebt hatte, machte mir klar, dass ich langfristig etwas viel Stabileres brauchte. Ich suchte nach etwas in der Nähe meiner Arbeit und fand nur drei Kilometer entfernt ein Fertighaus mit drei Schlafzimmern auf einem kleinen Grundstück. Ich schaffte es irgendwie, es 10.000 Dollar unter dem Angebotspreis zu bekommen. Ich verwendete fast meine gesamten Ersparnisse für die Anzahlung und bekam einen Hauskredit bewilligt. Endlich musste ich nicht mehr im Wohnwagen leben. Hinter dem Haus war genug Platz, um mit meinem Truck rückwärts einzuparken und den Wohnwagen abzuladen, um ihn im Garten aufzustellen. Deshalb habe ich ihn dort als kleines eigenes Gebäude platziert, nur für den Fall, dass ich ihn wieder benutzen möchte.

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.

Dann, wie auf Kommando, stürmten meine Eltern und meine Schwägerin durch die Haustür und umzingelten mich, um mich zur Zustimmung zu zwingen. Es gab einen heftigen Streit, aber um es kurz zu machen: Ab diesem Zeitpunkt hörte ich den Satz „Tu es einfach für Dan“ unzählige Male. Im Streit sagte ich ihnen, dass sie sich weder in mein Leben noch in mein Haus einzumischen hätten und verschwinden sollten, bevor ich die Polizei riefe. Meine Schwägerin schrie mich am lautesten an, dass sie wieder schwanger sei und ich ihr das nicht antun könne. Ich sagte, ich hätte ihr nichts getan. Sie bilde sich einfach ein, sie könne sich alles von mir nehmen, als würde ich es einfach so hinnehmen. Ich sei ihr und ihrer Familie gegenüber zu nichts verpflichtet. Dann nannte ich sie eine eingebildete Zicke, die nie Respekt vor mir gehabt habe, und es sei mir egal, was sie denke oder wie viele Kinder sie habe. Ich habe kein Mitleid mit ihr. Sie wird nicht in meinem Haus wohnen. Das machte sie so wütend, dass sie mich angriff. Sie traf mich mit voller Wucht ins Gesicht und versuchte, mir noch mehr zuzufügen, aber mein Bruder hielt sie unter Schreien und Treten zurück. Sie forderte immer wieder, er solle sie gehen lassen, damit sie mir die Augen auskratzen könne. Mein Handy hatte so ziemlich alles aufgenommen, also hielt ich es hoch und sagte, ich würde die Polizei rufen, wenn sie nicht sofort verschwänden. Meine Eltern sagten Dan, dass sie gehen würden, und meine Mutter meinte, ich hätte eine Woche Zeit, zur Vernunft zu kommen. Ich sagte ihr, dass ich das nicht tun würde und sie nicht wiederkommen solle. Dann sagte ich meiner Schwägerin, dass mein Handy alles aufgenommen hätte und dass ich Anzeige wegen Körperverletzung erstatten würde, falls sie etwas versuchen sollte. Sie schrie mich an und stürmte dann laut weinend mit dem Gesicht in den Händen hinaus. Meine Mutter war die Letzte, die die Tür verließ, und sagte, ich solle das besser für Dan und meine Schwägerin tun. Ich antwortete ihr, dass ich das nicht tun würde.

Update eins: Wie ich bereits in der ersten Hälfte meines Beitrags erwähnte, werden viele das für unglaubwürdig und lang halten. Ja, mir ist bewusst, dass es online bereits ähnliche Beiträge gibt. Ich habe einige davon gesehen, aber es ist nicht so, als ob diese Leute die Einzigen wären, denen so etwas passiert. Im Gegenteil, ich bin überrascht, dass diese Seite nicht besser gegen solche Dinge eingesetzt wird, da selbstgerechte Menschen hier eigentlich mehr Angst davor haben sollten, bloßgestellt zu werden. Aber egal, ich mache niemandem einen Vorwurf, der das für Quatsch hält. Ich würde es genauso machen, wenn ich das hier lesen würde. Wenn ihr jedoch meinen ersten Beitrag lest, wisst ihr, wie kaputt meine Eltern sind. Sie waren in meinem Leben die Wurzel allen Übels, die meinen Bruder zu dem Arschloch gemacht haben, das er heute ist, und sie haben mir nie einen triftigen Grund dafür genannt, und ich befürchte, es gibt auch keinen. Manche Menschen können nicht erklären, warum sie Entscheidungen treffen, wie zum Beispiel die Bevorzugung eines Kindes. Deshalb bleibt ihnen nichts anderes übrig, als zu versuchen, zu dem Kind zu stehen, das sie unterstützt haben. Genau das haben meine Eltern versucht, und ich habe ihnen deswegen praktisch das Leben zerstört – nicht im rechtlichen, sondern eher im emotionalen Sinne.

Nachdem ich meine Eltern, meinen Bruder und meine Schwägerin rausgeschmissen hatte, weil sie mich zwingen wollten, meinem Bruder mein neues Haus zu überlassen, habe ich die Geschichte sofort in den sozialen Medien der ganzen Familie erzählt. Sie verbreitete sich ziemlich schnell, aber ihr findet sie jetzt nicht mehr, weil ich sie vor einiger Zeit gelöscht und mein Profil auf privat gestellt habe. Ich habe darüber gepostet, weil ich wusste, dass meine Familie, sobald sie nach Hause kommen, versuchen würde, die Sache zu verdrehen und mich als Bösewicht darzustellen. Und ich sollte Recht behalten. Aber ich hatte ungefähr eine Stunde Zeit, um anzufangen, bevor sie es taten, und ich hatte Videobeweise, die meine Geschichte untermauerten. Nein, ich werde das Video hier nicht zeigen, also fragt nicht danach. Mein proaktives Vorgehen hat sich ausgezahlt, denn ich hatte sofort einige Familienmitglieder auf meiner Seite. Meine Eltern, mein Bruder und meine Schwägerin wollten wohl auch schon einen Beitrag schreiben, aber es war zu spät, also haben sie sich gar nicht erst die Mühe gemacht, groß zu lügen. Meine Eltern, Dan und meine Schwägerin hatten ein paar Mitläufer, die sie unterstützten, aber sonst nicht viel. Viele andere wussten, wie privilegiert sie ohnehin schon waren, daher verstanden und akzeptierten sie alle schnell, was passiert war. Da war insbesondere eine Person, die mich anrief. Ich weiß nicht, wer es war, aber sie beschimpfte mich heftig, ich sei ein schrecklicher Bruder und müsse Platz für einen richtigen Familienvater machen. Ich beendete einfach das Gespräch und blockierte die Nummer. Das wiederholte sich nicht.

Die Woche verging, und meine Eltern standen mit Dan vor meiner Haustür, genau wie sie es in ihrem Ultimatum angekündigt hatten. Sie klingelten wie verrückt und hämmerten gegen die Tür, bis ich endlich öffnete. Ich öffnete sie nur einen Spaltbreit, und sie versuchten erneut, sich gewaltsam Zutritt zu verschaffen. Ich hatte jedoch zwei Türriegelketten angebracht, die das verhinderten, und stemmte mich zur Sicherheit sogar gegen die Tür. Mein Vater und mein Bruder verlangten, dass ich sie hereinlasse, aber ich sagte, ich würde alles filmen und die Polizei rufen, falls sie es noch einmal versuchen sollten. Meine Mutter beruhigte sie und fragte mich dann mit ihrer süßlichsten Stimme, ob ich bereit sei, meinen Bruder bei mir einziehen zu lassen. Ich sagte ihr und den anderen, sie sollten verschwinden und nie wiederkommen. Meine Mutter vergoss Krokodilstränen und fragte mich, warum ich das nicht einfach Dan zuliebe tun könne, schließlich sei er mein geliebter Bruder. Ich lachte und sagte dann unverblümt, dass ich ihn nicht als Bruder liebe, weil er mich jahrelang wie Dreck behandelt habe und sie ihn nur noch dazu ermutigt hätten. Sie sind schreckliche Eltern und er ist ein schrecklicher Bruder. Ich habe ihnen gesagt, sie sollen gehen, sonst würde ich sofort die Polizei rufen. Sie sind alle erstaunlich schnell gegangen, abgesehen vom lauten Weinen meiner Mutter und den finsteren Blicken der anderen. Man könnte sagen, es war verdächtig einfach, sie zum Gehen zu bewegen. Ich dachte, die ganze Sache sei vorbei, aber ich hätte sie wohl ernster nehmen sollen, denn sie hatten schon wieder andere dumme Pläne.

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.

Ich fragte die Polizisten, ob sie warten könnten, bis meine Eltern, mein Bruder und meine Schwägerin weg wären. Sie meinten, sie hätten nicht die Absicht, irgendwohin zu gehen, bis die Sache geklärt sei. Tatsächlich wurden aus zwei Polizisten in den nächsten Minuten vier, da aus irgendeinem Grund weitere vorfuhren. Das gab meinen Eltern einen zusätzlichen Ansporn, sich zu beeilen. Ich ließ mir von Dan die Schlüssel für das neue Schloss geben, das er an meiner Haustür angebracht hatte, obwohl ich am nächsten Tag sowieso ein anderes Schloss besorgte, da ich nicht wusste, ob er Kopien der Schlüssel hatte. Er zögerte sehr, sie mir dann zu geben. Stattdessen warf er sie die Straße hinunter in einen Gully und sagte, ich solle sie selbst holen. Einer der Polizisten schimpfte jedoch mit ihm und schickte ihn los. Er musste das Gitter entfernen, um an die Schlüssel zu gelangen, und wurde dabei ziemlich schmutzig. Als er die Schlüssel zurückhatte, brummte er nur und knallte sie mir in die Hand. Daraufhin sagte ich ihnen allen, sie sollten verschwinden und nie wiederkommen. Meine Mutter sagte, ich würde deswegen verstoßen werden, als wäre das eine Drohung. Ich habe das dann auch ausgesprochen und übertrieben sarkastisch gesagt: „Oh nein, das heißt, ich darf nie wieder mit euch in die Ferien fahren, wo ich sowieso immer schlecht behandelt werde, weil Dan ja euer Liebling ist. Ihr habt mich in meiner Kindheit so schlecht behandelt, dass ich Dan, falls er jemals einen Organspender braucht, nichts spenden würde. Also mach es einfach so, wie ihr es mir immer gesagt habt, als ich von euch schlecht behandelt wurde: Reiß dich zusammen!“

Meine Eltern waren völlig fassungslos, nachdem ich das alles erzählt hatte, und die vier Polizisten sahen sie auch ziemlich verurteilend an. Ich sage euch, wenn ihr so ​​fiese Eltern wie meine in Verlegenheit bringen wollt, konfrontiert sie vor der Polizei, denn dann werden sie wahrscheinlich nichts wirklich Dummes anstellen. Dann fing meine Mutter einfach an zu weinen und ging weg. Mein Vater stand nur da und sah aus, als ob er mich schlagen wollte, und Dan hielt seine Kinder resigniert im Arm. Ach ja, und meine Schwägerin hatte einen Wutanfall auf meinem Rasen. Bald bildeten sie alle eine Reihe, verteilten Kartons und brachten ihre Sachen aus meinem Haus. Noch war nichts ausgepackt, also ging alles ziemlich schnell. Währenddessen sagte meine Mutter immer wieder, es sei noch nicht zu spät und ich könnte es immer noch für Dan tun, und versuchte jedes Mal, mich mit immer mehr Verhandlungen umzustimmen. Sie sagte, Dan könne mir Miete zahlen, wenn ich sie wohnen ließe, und als das nicht klappte, sagte sie, ich könne wieder bei ihnen einziehen, damit Dan mein Haus mieten könne und ich nicht mehr mit ihnen zusammenwohnen müsse. Ich habe ihr gesagt, sie soll den Mund halten und weiterpacken, weil ich Dan und seine Familie nicht in meiner Nähe haben will. Ich will sein Geld nicht und nach allem, was ich als Kind durchgemacht habe, will ich ganz sicher nie wieder bei ihm oder meinen Eltern wohnen. Ein Deal mit meinen Eltern wäre für mich wie ein Pakt mit dem Teufel. Meine Schwägerin bekam daraufhin einen weiteren Wutanfall, warf einen Karton hin und setzte sich auf den Boden, um sich selbst zu bemitleiden, weil sie nicht wieder mit meinen Eltern unter einem Dach leben wollte. Sie saß einfach nur wütend und traurig da, bis alle anderen fertig waren. Sie wollte nicht einmal aufstehen, als es Zeit war zu gehen.

Endlich hatten sie alles aus dem Haus und in den Truck geladen. Bevor sie gingen, habe ich meinen Eltern noch einmal ordentlich die Meinung gesagt, wegen all dem Mist, den sie mir in meiner Kindheit angetan haben. Und da vier Polizisten direkt daneben standen, konnten sie diesmal nicht viel mehr tun, als es einfach über sich ergehen zu lassen. Ich habe sie wegen so vieler Dinge zur Rede gestellt und ihnen sogar vorgehalten, dass sie nicht mal etwas Nettes für mich tun konnten, wie mich mit meinem Wohnwagen bei sich übernachten zu lassen, als ich obdachlos war und versuchte, wieder auf die Beine zu kommen. Und dass sie zugelassen haben, dass Dan und meine Schwägerin mich verspotteten und mich einen Penner nannten. Tja, wer ist denn jetzt der Penner? Sie wollten mich aus meinem eigenen Haus werfen, damit Dan kostenlos darin wohnen konnte, und als ich eine Bleibe brauchte, wollten sie mir mehr abknöpfen, als ich mir leisten konnte, nur um meinen Wohnwagen abzustellen, obwohl sie wussten, dass ich arbeitslos war.

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.

Ich musste nach der Arbeit noch etwas schrubben. Eier sind wirklich nicht gut für den Lack, aber der Truck ist aus den 90ern und sieht sowieso nicht mehr wie neu aus. Ich habe Fotos gemacht und Anzeige bei der Polizei erstattet, inklusive der Aufnahmen der Überwachungskamera als Beweismittel, aber bisher ist nichts passiert. Außer meinem leichten Ärger und 15 Dollar für die Waschanlage ist kein wirklicher Schaden entstanden. Falls meine Ex-Schwägerin das war, war sie klug genug, nur Eier zu werfen und nicht den Lack zu zerkratzen oder die Reifen aufzuschlitzen, damit meine Versicherung nicht eingeschaltet werden muss. Ich glaube nicht, dass die Anzeige viel bringen wird, da die Polizisten das Ganze wohl als Streich eines Teenagers abtun. Ich verstehe, dass sie wahrscheinlich überlastet waren, aber zumindest hat die Anzeige einen Nachweis für den Fall zukünftiger Vorfälle. Ich habe bis jetzt mit dem Posten gewartet, weil ich mich gefragt habe, ob noch etwas passieren würde, aber nein, alles ist wieder ruhig. Ich wäre aber für jeden guten Rat dankbar, falls so etwas nochmal passiert.

Ich habe mich mal bei ein paar Leuten in der Straße umgehört, ob Überwachungskameras die Person aufgenommen haben, die mein Auto mit Eiern beworfen hat. Die Antworten reichten von „Wir haben keine Kameras“ bis zu „Es war Halloween, da machen die Leute so blöde Streiche, lass es gut sein“. Die wenigen, die mir geholfen haben, meinten, ich hätte viel zu lange gewartet, und die Aufnahmen seien automatisch gelöscht worden. Der Eierwerfer sei also ungeschoren davongekommen. Aber wenn es meine Schwägerin war, muss sie bestimmt einen halben Kilometer in ihrer Jogginghose laufen, nur um nicht von einer Kamera erfasst zu werden. Es würde mich nicht wundern, wenn sie sich gefragt hätte, ob sich der ganze Aufwand überhaupt gelohnt hat. Na ja, dann warte ich wohl einfach ab, ob der Eierwerfer nächstes Jahr wiederkommt. Ich habe aber Fotos von dem Vorfall ausgedruckt und sogar ein paar an Pfosten geklebt, damit die Leute in meiner Nachbarschaft jetzt wenigstens Bescheid wissen. Die Mieter, die zwei Zimmer in meinem Haus mieten, haben sich da rausgehalten, und ich kann es ihnen nicht verdenken. Es ist ja nicht ihr Problem.