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

I stood there, sleep-deprived and late for my study group, watching her walk away.

Mom glared at me.

“You should have driven faster.”

That was just the beginning. Somehow, Gwen’s pregnancy meant I became the designated errand runner, chef, and punching bag. Any protest was met with, “She’s pregnant!” as if those two words justified everything.

A few weeks later, my birthday came and went with barely an acknowledgement.

My friend Zoe dropped off homemade cupcakes — my favorite chocolate one with cream cheese frosting.

“Save me one,” I told Mom as I headed to my part-time job. “I’ll have it when I get back.”

Eight hours later, I returned to find all six cupcakes gone.

“Where are my cupcakes?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Gwen walked by, patting her slightly rounded belly. “Oh, those were amazing.

I couldn’t help myself.” She gave that smug little smile. “Blame the baby!”

I looked at Mom, who just shrugged. “She’s eating for two!”

That night, I bought a mini-fridge for my bedroom.

The next day, I found Mom had used her spare key to let Gwen in anyway.

“Family doesn’t lock each other out,” Mom scolded when I confronted her.

“Family doesn’t steal from each other either,” I shot back.

Tyler overheard and cornered me later. “Stop being so selfish. It’s just food.”

But it wasn’t just food.

It was about respect… something I clearly wasn’t going to get in my own home.

The breaking point came on a Thursday. I’d been up since dawn, rushing to finish a project for my business class before heading to my part-time job at the consultancy firm.

I had no time for breakfast or to pack lunch.Continue reading…