My Mom, Brother, and SIL Made My Life Hell After Moving Into My House—I Endured Them for Months Until I Finally Put Them in Their Place

Mom walked in, glancing at me with that look — half pity and half resentment.

It had become her signature expression since the will reading.

“Katie, stop moping around. He’s gone, and crying won’t bring him back!”

I flinched at her coldness. After Dad died of cancer last year, the lawyer revealed that my father left me 90 percent of everything, including our century-old family home.

Mom and my brother Tyler each got $10,000. The memory of Mom’s face contorting with rage at the lawyer’s office still haunted me.

“I’m not moping… just remembering.”

She snorted and walked toward the kitchen.

“Well, remember while dusting those shelves. You’re 20 and still don’t know how to keep a place clean. This house is a mess.”

I bit my tongue.Continue reading…