Help me not become homeless

Coming in like a tornado, leaving destruction and devastation in their wake. My brother, his girlfriend with a baby on the way, and I are living in a crisis that came suddenly and without warning. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating, our livelihoods are being threatened. We’re losing a house we’ve poured time and money into making our home for the sake of a quick buck - all because of my biological father’s greed.

My biological father came back after 7 years to take away the house from us, destroying and throwing away our belongings, making the space unlivable. He then tells me and the people I live here with that we’ll have to pay rent now, despite us making every payment on this house without his input for 7 years. I don’t feel safe and the stress I’ve been under has an impact on my physical and mental health. I am in need of money in order to not end up homeless by the day.

Here are some fake names to make reading this less confusing: Dave (brother), April (brother’s girlfriend), Jack (biological father), Karen (biological father’s girlfriend ), Laura (aunt), Keith (aunt’s boyfriend)

Here’s the situation described in detail:

Dave, April, and I have been living in a house for years, it being the very same house Dave and I were raised in. Jack has left the picture and hasn’t lived in this house for a minimum of seven years. In those seven years the property tax and bills were over our heads and he has not paid for those and has none of those expenses under his name. Any payments made in those past seven years were distributed under my mother’s name, Dave’s and I. Dave and my mom have been pestering Jack about signing the deed over to Dave. He kept talking to us as though he will, asking if I also want the house under my name—to the point where I’ll have to state outright that he should just put the house under Dave’s name instead. This has been a discussion for years, not something that has been brought up recently. Each time Jack makes promises, but never gives us a time-frame. I’ve recently quit my previous job since it has disabled me and tanked my mental health as well. Dave and April are expecting as she is 4 months along.

On Friday June 27th, 2025, Dave was contacted by Jack about having our house appraised. He said they were coming in either later that day or the next day to see how much ‘help’ we would need around the house and that once the ‘inspector’ finishes his job, then Jack will sign the deed to the house over to Dave. Signing over the deed was under false pretense, as I will get to later. For full disclosure, none of us—Dave, April, or I—have expressed needing to or even wanting help around the house. This wasn’t even something that was discussed prior to the date of us being informed. We weren’t given a choice or leeway on this, it was a predetermined decision on Jack’s time without even a 24 hour forewarning. They do not live in this house, hardly come inside the house (they will sometimes come by every couple of months but never in our house). Hell, they don’t even live in the same city as us. We didn’t ask for this in any shape, way, or form, much less were prepared for it to be this weekend of all days. Dave and April have work obligations that were scheduled at least two weeks in advance and it’s a known fact to Jack that we all work, so doing this without warning us ahead of time is reflective of the latter days’ intentions.

By the time me and April knew and were discussing it over her making dinner, Jack came in with Karen to look over the house late into the night. They had come uninvited and without notice beforehand. They then talked about coming over at 9AM the next day in order to help clean out the house before the ‘inspector’ comes in. This will be what the people living in this house will continue to be led to believe, especially with later discussions in the next couple of days. We discussed this ‘help around the house’ and we were falsely promised that all of the stuff we still want to keep and sort through will be put into a storage unit that they will be paying for a month since they mostly need the weekend to pass the inspection. We were led to believe our stuff wouldn’t just be thrown away, but a majority was thrown away mostly without our knowledge or consent. Dave and his April managed to get some sleep, I, however, did not. I get easily freaked out and stressed over dates pushed upon me without any time to prepare and Jack does not make me feel safe to be around.

On Saturday, June 28th, 2025, all three of us were awake by 9AM waiting for Jack and Karen to come around to supposedly help. They did not arrive until 12:30PM, no calls or texts to tell us they were going to be late or for how long we would be waiting. I’ve started discussing with my close friends about this and they were under the assumption that if they weren’t coming in 3 hours later they were not going to arrive at all, however, I knew they’d arrive regardless even if it was extremely disrespectful of our time and, unfortunately, I was right.

At this point in time, both Dave and April had to call out of work seeing that most of the busywork would’ve happened while they were working instead of being able to get a good amount of it done before they had to leave. It’s extremely detrimental for them to call out of work, especially given that April has so few days to work due to her pregnancy. I put my dogs outside for the entire day since we were moving furniture, deep cleaning, sawing things in the house, and later painting the walls. It would have been dangerous to put them in the situation and there was no room that was safe for them since they were looking at every room. This is not normal for my dogs, who are only outside for a couple of minutes at most since it’s been hot and they’ve decided to do this in the summer.

Jack and Karen brought Laura [his sister], and Keith. In total, there were four people to “help us out” for something we haven’t even asked for and had no time to think over or prepare for. When they eventually got here they sat around in their truck eating tacos until they finished eating and then walked into the house to help us clean it. They talk about needing trash bags and needing to throw out a lot of stuff to declutter our house. Most of the items were either April items she brought from home, gifts from her family, Dave’s items, or stuff left by my mom in our house that she’d been slowly removing out of our house. They [Jack’s crew] started throwing everything away off of any surfaces in our living room that they could access.

They first start throwing away items left on our side tables on our couch, then stuff on our shelves right next to the door which holds various things. They don’t ask about if we want anything thrown out or kept, each item is just thrown into a trash bag while claiming that everything had rat poop on it regardless of what material or if it could be cleaned off in the first place. Such things that were thrown on this day were screwdrivers for our camera, our only dog leashes, bowls, as well as their beds. All of these items were out of reach of the rats, therefore weren’t contaminated like they claimed. They were throwing away decorations, furniture as well, without a second thought or consideration of what value those have to us.

Yes, we have had a rat problem we’re actively trying to get rid of and are getting rid of, but far less things were contaminated than what they were claiming, it was just an easy, plausible excuse to them to throw away whatever they didn’t want us to try to salvage. They’ve asked us to do other things in other rooms, as I can only assume - especially given the grand picture now - to divide us so they could throw even more stuff away unnoticed, that they considered trash. Jack and Keith separated into our spare bedroom to rework on the coverup of the floorboards Dave had previously worked on with my uncle (on my mom’s side, who we had paid for) and fill in gaps in my room that had been there since well into my early childhood.

None of us asked for him to rework or to patch things up, they moved our belongings around in the room just enough so then they had the space to cut into the flooring and make a ‘passable’ attempt. They roughly move all the items and furniture away, including in my room. They throw all my items onto my bed since there’s barely any space in my room even for my table with my computer and drawer. They shoved my table with my computer aside with no care for all the eletrical equipment that I need for work. They never asked me to move my stuff, instead shoving it around instead to fit their needs and never thinking of putting it back or even sweeping the mess they’ve made with it. I checked in my room after hearing the saw going off for over an hour, seeing they didn’t even bother to air the room out, which has a window to do so, much less even open a door for it to go somewhere else, instead of making my room an unbreathable hell. For goodness sake, there were two fans in my room that they shuffled aside in my room and they didn’t think to use it so then it didn’t look like there was fog in my room. Even now as I type this, my desk and entire bed is still filled with all the sawdust that they left in their wake. I’m so fucking tired and I’ve had friends witnessing (over calls) just how bad it is hearing how often I’m still coughing and sneezing despite me airing out and cleaning most of what I could. I’m so fucking tired and this could have been easily avoided if they had just a little bit of consideration towards any of us, Dave, April, or I.

They cleared most of the living and dining room, with the former having most of my mom’s stuff and a good amount of April’s hobby item as she likes to knit and has amassed a collection of yarn that she brought over from her previous house. Karen made comments about how ‘they’ll replace it if something accidentally gets thrown’ or if she threw some of my mom’s valuables, claiming ‘it’s ok if it accidentally gets thrown out because then we can just blame her since my mom hates her already’. Which is obviously evil, extremely inconsiderate, and could so obviously be avoided if they were just checking with us and actually allowing us to look through our own belongings, in our house, instead of throwing anything they think is contaminated, not worth saving, or trash. It’s been weeks and they never replaced any of the items that they threw away that had emotional, practical, and monetary value. All the stuff we needed right away, we personally had replenished with our fundings.

The only reason why most of our mom’s items were saved was because we were defensive over not throwing anything away that wasn’t ours, as it wasn’t our right to. Something they themselves had clearly lacked the thinking of. Not only that, but our moms stuff we put aside we had to defend and essentially put away in hiding in another room (the spare bedroom or my room) in order for them to not throw away these items. Once they deemed each room to be cleaned enough for their own standard, they then started wiping down the walls in preparation for painting. It has been mentioned earlier but in passing and it has raised questions for me as to the reasoning why this is necessary.

We hadn’t asked for any rooms to be painted. It was an action they were already planning for and yet they presented it to us like a choice until they left and came back with the paint and had us paint the living room and dining room. Any walls that weren't wiped by me or Dave were still dirty, as they only wanted to wipe the dust off the walls and kept talking about how the paint would cover up the stains anyway. There was a lot of grime near the floor given we have dogs that’s been culminating over much more years than the 7 we’ve had the house to ourselves.

All of these people so called “helping us” were claiming that we were ruining our house and Jack swore (falsely) that none of these problems were here before. He claimed we’re actively doing this at a rapid pace as if any of the problems with our house isn’t due to poor foundations that weren't leveled properly or it being such an old house that insulation isn’t even built into it. Things are always breaking in this house and Jack - when he used to live here over a decade ago - would always find temporary solutions and leave the actual issue for later on in the future and thus appearing again now. There was never a permanent solution and it’s ridiculous to put blame on us when those temporary fixes break and allow the issue to appear again once everything is being moved or displaced.

They move around our furniture without our input and then basically pat themselves on the back, telling us that it looks nicer, of course to them their preferences matter more, despite them not living here. Things they’ve moved around included the dining table, Dave’s TV and the next day our counter and shelves in the kitchen without us ever asking or sometimes knowing until they’ve already moved it since we’ve been busy jumping from room to room, at their commands or to protect our things from being discarded.

At some point, Laura decided to bring her two very young kids, while we were in the middle of painting the rooms and shoving them into my room that is still sawdust filled. Not once did it cross their mind while painting the rooms to open the door, windows or even turn on a fan to air out the rooms we were painting of the paint fumes. They were pushed upon me in my room and I was forced to watch them because these kids would touch anything and then break whatever they had in their hands, which included some of my clothes, throwing around my plushies, smacking my keyboard or iPad harshly, and breaking our only grabber completely by smacking it around.

Up until we’ve had dinner at around 10PM, we have not had a break at all - this will be our only break for today and the next day. I was forced to eat at the dining room table with them and Jack had the audacity to tell me that “isn’t it nicer to have all this space to eat” when it was him and the people he brought being the reason why I can’t eat in my room, where I usually eat, seeing as there was sawdust everywhere and it was suffocating to be in despite MY attempts to air out the room. There was no discussion over who wanted to eat what, they just left it up to whatever they wanted and I didn’t get to eat much because of dietary restrictions.

Lots of valuable or treasured items (this hits the hardest for April) were thrown away and ushered outside on our front porch. By the time they’ve claimed they’re done for the day and leave the house finally, it is well past 12AM. Before they left, Karen had turned to me and asked where I was going to sleep, as though they had never considered putting any of my stuff back and were just gonna leave it on my bed and leave me with nowhere to sleep. I had to clear my bed from all the items they placed on it before even having a spot to lay down, but because they moved all my other stuff where they were originally, I had to move the furniture in order to even have space to clear out my bed. We then had stored all the rest of my mother’s items into Dave’s car so then they were safe and won’t be thrown away if we weren’t paying close attention.

I finally got to feed and take my senior dogs inside, watching them struggle and visibly be uncomfortable with the situation. Things were half done, or rearranged completely with no regard for our dogs thus making it unnavigable to them. This is absolutely absurd to me because these dogs are my childhood dogs, not new dogs I’ve recently acquired. These dogs were pushed onto me while I grew older and became my sole responsibility, but they were my dogs so I wasn’t going to abandon them because no one else wanted them. They know we have dogs - Jack was there when we got both the dogs. The fact they were so inconsiderate of our pets absolutely sickens me knowing they have lots of different pets too ranging from cats, dogs, and a sugar glider. At this point I had been awake for 37 hours, finally being able to lie down and fall asleep at 1:30AM. I only managed to get 4 hours of sleep at most.

On Sunday, June 29th, 2025, we are all awake again at 9AM with the promise of them being here on time in order to get everything done. April and I talked about how sore and in pain we are because of the previous day. She cannot walk as much, and the day before took a toll on her. I struggle standing, much less doing extraneous activities especially for long periods of time with little to no break, as my lower back gives me severe pains and it has gotten so bad to the point where I’ve fallen multiple times because of it. Laying down leaves me in pain, sitting down properly leaves me in pain, and most damning of them all, standing gives me the most pain the fastest. It’s an unbearable pain where barely anything can relieve it and writing this now days after the fact I’m still in so much pain it's unbearable and makes me cry out in frustration and fury.

Dave decided to leave for work, which meant that it was only going to be me and April holding down the fort to make sure they didn’t throw anything more away. It made April upset because that meant she was left to clean their entire room by themselves by the off chance my family decides to ‘help’ them there too. They have yet to state the order of the rooms they were going to do first so we were never sure which room they were gonna ‘help fix’ next. I helped her put away all her clothes into bags so then we can easily move them around later if needed. She ended up calling her own family to help sort through our spare bedroom, which turned out for the better as they were the ones to actually go through every single thing and ask her what she wanted to keep (and if not and they wanted it, they would keep rather than just throwing anything and everything away).

Dave periodically asked both me and April about if my family is here yet to ‘help us’, with me telling him I’ll let him know when they’re coming around. My mom came by early as well in order to take our dogs so then they’re not forced to be outside the entire time again or get exposed to a dangerous environment. The people who ‘were helping’ promise were simply ‘early’ this time on when they’re going to show up. My mom saw them circling around the block and assumed they’re doing as such, not wanting to come by because they tried to avoid April’s family. They arrived at 2:30PM. Laura brought her two kids, no one officially taking care of them. They were exposed to both dried and wet paint along with more paint fumes since they were not done painting. They were trying to sneak into my room, and when they did, took things without my permission and then walked around, knocking stuff over or messing with the paint since Laura didn’t think to have someone watch over them or hell, not bring them to a place where no one could pay attention to them given the fact we’re all moving everything or painting around the house.

The day's main focus to them was finishing the paint job in the dining room, and fully cleaning out the kitchen. April mostly dealt with cleaning out the spare bedroom. My family kept asking April when her family is going to be leaving and if it was gonna be any time soon. In the meantime both me and April were rotating out of every room doing other things and checking to see what they’re throwing away or doing.

Jack kept making a stink about me cleaning my room, which WAS clean, just disorganized from the other things that were put in my room while other rooms from the previous day were being cleaned. He tried ‘helping me’ but I didn’t let him touch anything unless it was to throw it away because that’s the main thing he had been doing the previous day.

He then told me that they’ve bought rugs for the house, once again without us knowing prior and doing this for ulterior motives. They bought them second-hand for as cheap as possible and didn’t wash them beforehand, only rinsing off the dirt that was on it when I told him to clean it before even dragging it into the house. He gave me a rather big rug, one that almost covers my room completely and tells me I need one big enough to cover up their patchwork from yesterday. This comment made it clear that it wasn’t done out of a kind gesture but to make the house look nicer for the ‘inspector’ that’s supposed to be coming in tomorrow. He then talked about painting my room and I’ve argued if they’re even going to have time to do so and if we even had enough paint for my room so then I can know if I can move all my stuff back to the way it was before they came and moved and dirtied everything. He made a note how hard it is to open my door fully and I told him to then trim the door himself. He then removed the door from its frame and, instead of going outside with the door to trim to avoid more sawdust in my room and the dining room, he trimmed it in my room, getting sawdust everywhere. Again.

Around this point, April came to me telling me I should move my clothes from the spare bedroom back into my room, since that was also moved from the day before. While I looked over the four baskets that were supposed to contain literally half of my clothes, I noticed that one was missing, walked outside and saw that the basket of clothes was sitting out on the porch alongside with the pile that was meant to be thrown out later. I brought in my basket of clothes asked April and her family about it since they were the closest to the front door and they said they didn’t throw anything that wasn’t April’s out much less move it outside, but that it was Jack that personally threw away what little clothes I have.

Funnily enough, he had also thrown out an almost empty basket that has my trans flag on it, with the basket full of clothes having one of my two binders that I own. Reflective seeing as they are rather hush about me being trans and complain that I never talked to them about it, so I “can’t complain” if they misgender me or use my deadname even though I’ve brought this up YEARS ago, just not as a sit-down discussion, and every other time I’ve talked with them they would say my chosen name in a teasing tone as though it’s funny to them and something they shouldn’t take seriously even though whenever any one else, Dave, April, and my mother have always used my name I’ve chosen for myself with him all the time. It’s not news to them and they just want to use this as an excuse just because I’m not close with them, and never will be.

I confronted my side of the family asking why they were throwing out my clothes and immediately they all started to lie right to my face, swearing up and down that it was April’s family that did so. It was very hard to trust their words because they’ve been consistently lying about many things to us, turning around and doing the exact opposite of their claims seconds after the fact.

Karen started throwing out most medicine without even sparing a glance and only when I was getting upset and asking why she’s throwing everything without checking the expiration date did she claim that everything is already expired. Only when I started to reach out right in front of her to check the date did she even bother to check the dates on them. The ones I put back down that weren’t expired she was quick to say they were until I watched her to make sure she wasn’t throwing away the good medicine. It ended up with me being left to assort through all the good and bad ones. I rely on specific medicines due to allergies so it’s important I have some at all times in the house. I then went outside to clean out the small drawer that they were all in.

After seeing me get upset and be confrontational about their actions, they finally started asking me to sort through the things that they would’ve had thrown away otherwise. I cleared out the bottom cabinets that we never use, which were mostly filled with glassware that my mom has left. April then talked to Karen—with me clearing out the bottom cabinets—that if we can put this aside people can come grab these on the side of the sidewalk instead of just throwing it out like everything else to which Karen had agreed to. Once Karen walked out with April to take it outside, Karen slammed the bag full of dishware on the concrete, breaking all the glass in there, turning to April and saying “Oops, well, now since it’s broken we can just throw it into the trash.”

While I cleaned out the cabinets and wiped them down, Laura washed the dishes that were still in the sink. I went outside to clean out another cabinet. Once I came back inside, we started cleaning the walls from dust and I tried to clean the grime. They were talking about painting but realized that they’re out of the paint that we used for the walls and that we only had paint that we were using for the trims instead.

They were unwilling to move all the things they’ve already moved, since at this point they've placed everything on the shelves we have in the kitchen and organized it themselves without taking into consideration the order we’ve already had. They even moved around my three spices that were on the microwave and hid it behind Dave and April’s cooking ingredients. They moved the counter we used to prepare food out of the center of the room to the side of the wall and the shelf that was taking the counter’s place by moving it out into the dining room - again, without anyone’s input.

They then start discussing the painting situation, since we’ve run out of the paint they’ve used to paint the walls for the living room and the dining room. They think it’s too late to go out and buy the paint and then complain that they should’ve been farther along with ‘cleaning’ our house already and that ‘it shouldn’t have taken this long.’ I tell them that they should’ve considered coming in early like they have said instead of well past into the afternoon. They asked Dave about picking some paint up after he comes from work but he tends to work pretty late, typically from 9PM, so they resorted to using the paint they bought for the trim to paint the kitchen. However, since they moved everything, they were unwilling to move it all around again especially since it would involve moving literally hundreds of items, ingredients and dishes alike, they just decided to do a half-ass paint job painting over and around the space. This meant that the paint got onto our dishes and some of our ingredients. It’s not a good looking paint job, since there are paint patches everywhere and especially the corners.

Finally, April’s family cleared out and sorted through lots of her belongings and made it possible for us to fully clean out the spare bedroom. Thankfully, they still stuck around while we were cleaning as they were now overseeing the rest of the stuff that was dumped onto the porch.

I’ve talked about the rat infestation but the main place they were hanging out or nesting was in the spare bedroom, it was a room filled with mostly stuff Dave and April had, including things from our childhood. Earlier in spring I cleaned all of my stuff out of there so it was mostly not mine aside from childhood things. But cleaning around in that room made it very clear that it was where the rats reside as there was rat poop everywhere and even moving something slightly in that room might dishevel out lots of rat poop.

Dave, when he left, had told us that they can throw away anything as long as it’s not his electronics or his weed, which was something rather harsh since some stuff were gifts and later on he talked about us saving some items - but was clearly dismissive at the time before he left for work. We throw away a lot of stuff, especially that littered in rat poop. I was wearing gloves and a mask because of how bad it was there. When they were going through Dave’s old shelf he used to have in his room, Karen had asked April if there’s anything that she should save on there and so April takes a picture to send to Dave to ask what they should save or not and before even two minutes pass, Karen starts throwing it all into a trash bag. Five minutes later, Dave responds that he wants us to save some CD’s and birthday cards that were on the shelf so me and April dug through bags that they already threw outside to look for these items.

While we’re cleaning this room, it’s clear it’s a safety hazard to us, much more so the kids. For some reason, the kids were trying to get into this room without the supervision of their mother and then making comments like “it’s so nasty in there” “why is it so gross” “why can’t I go in?” . It was frustrating on top of everything we were dealing with. Especially because when we did finally get them out of the rooms, they were knocking stuff over like a mop bucket and playing with push pins that were originally taken off the wall when we were painting the walls. They were under very poor supervision and it makes me wonder why did Laura even bring them at all when she knew she wasn’t even going to have the time to watch over her kids who she knows are troublemakers - they were watched the day before but the person watching over them demanded for her to take her kids back because they were being bad. If she wasn’t able to find someone to watch over her kids then she shouldn’t have come at all. Especially given the fact they were complaining they were so hungry all the time. They just kept telling the kids to wait which felt very

neglectful.

We were promised that we’d at least have the time to look through all the stuff that was in the trash bags, but while still in the middle of cleaning, Karen had called someone to come by and collect all the stuff from our porch, which he did. I only found it out after they had left. Thankfully for April, her family ended up taking a couple bags that they didn’t manage to sort through. We discovered that there are lots of things that April believes that she has now lost because of that.

Now with three rooms clean, only one of them painted, we finally had a break. They talked more in detail of what’s to happen tomorrow with the ‘inspector’, claiming that it’s very important for someone to be there so then someone can greet him inside for the inspection. They said they weren’t gonna be there when the person arrives, especially since they don’t have keys to the house and only we do. This will turn out to be a lie later.

Dave and April ask more questions on how they should expect things to play out and what kind of questions will be asked of them. Jack and Karen were vehement about the fact he shouldn’t be asking any questions to us and then they leave. Instead they ask us to go out and eat with them. Jack keeps pestering me about going with him. When I tell him no he’d ask why or try to ask it in a different way. I told him he just needs to accept that my answer is no and I’m not gonna budge because he’s acting like a child that’s not getting his way. This ends up being a back-and-forth for nearly five minutes because he believes if he harasses me enough I will change my mind. They finally leave at 10PM.

The three of us sat on the dining room table talking about what spiraled down today. We were listing off our complaints on how poorly this situation has been handled on their behalf, doing all of this without prior notice and then shoving us against a time that they have created in their head, not discussing with us about their plans at all. Dave takes this into consideration and then leaves to get dinner with them.

He left for a while, but after some time we started receiving ominous messages from him that really freaked me and April out. He sent “If Jack or anyone tries to go to the house, don’t let them in and call the cops”. I asked him if something happened but he wasn’t answering, nor returning April’s phone calls which were going straight to voicemail. Then he calls us back only to tell us “I’ll talk later” which doesn’t help put us at ease. He later called me to ask if I had gotten help from anyone to pay for the property tax last year—for context I had paid mine and Dave’s portion at the time—so I said no and he said ok and then ended the call.

We locked ourselves up in Dave’s room since aside from the bathroom, this is the only door that has a lock on the inside. An hour later Dave finally comes home and then talks about how he had gotten into a fight with them, especially with Jack since they were spewing one lie after another, one of them claiming that he had helped paid the property tax last year, which was utter bullshit since I paid off most of it. They had complained about how horrible we were and that I was whining over little things, as if they weren’t throwing away my belongings or purposely breaking things so then they can claim to throw it away anyway. It had escalated and everyone was upset, Dave didn’t even get a chance to eat there. After we talked a bit more and how much stress he added by his actions today wasn’t helping the situation because we were left in the dark and didn’t know what was going on or what will happen next.

We tried collecting ourselves, putting our bags of clothes that had all been dirtied during the construction into the trunk of the car and going to a local laundromat to wash a bulk of our clothes at once. It took a long while given the amount of clothes they had, but once that was done we went to go eat fast food, take the clothes into the house and tried calling it a night. It was 6 A.M. by the time I tried my best to go to sleep. I ended up waking up and not being able to go back to sleep at 8 A.M. We didn’t know at what time the ‘inspector’ would be coming. Dave didn’t get a chance to sleep at all.

On Monday, June 30th, 2025, the ‘inspector’ comes by at 12PM. However, Dave wasn’t just greeted by the appraiser, Jack and Karen were there too. Despite having said multiple times that they weren’t gonna be there while the ‘inspector’ was there. Given Dave hasn’t been able to sleep at all the past night, he doesn’t immediately catch that the inspector they have been talking about had introduced himself as an appraiser and we come to know this fact much afterwards while looking for the name of the company through our front door camera.

The appraiser comes into our house and walks around, taking pictures of every room and asks only one question. “Is it a three bedroom and one bathroom?” Jack doesn’t let Dave speak and answers for him, saying it’s a three-bedroom and two bathrooms, just that we blocked off the shower in the second one. The shower doesn’t work due to the foundations causing the tiles in the shower to shift and destroying the waterproofing within it, making it ineffective and unusable unless we want to ensure mold. So the appraiser says that he’s going to list it as a three bedroom and a one-and-a-half restroom. He doesn’t check anything, no walls, no floors, not even the lights, nothing that we expect in comparison to the two hours that we’ve been told he was going to be here for. He was gone five minutes in.

Once the appraiser left, Jack and Karen had a discussion with us, saying that once the appraiser finalizes the cost of the house, he will write up and send over the lease to us, having all three of our names on it. He wants us to take better care of the house now that they “had put so much money into it”, cementing in our minds this was never going to be about signing the deed to Dave but to use us as spare income while wanting to now finally act as a landlord, only because he’s been trying to get a new house for himself for months now. He then tells me and Dave that starting tomorrow we’ll have to pay for our own phone plans. Karen started to pick a fight with April with a comment she said and attempted to try to catch her in a lie or over-react. When they finally leave, Dave reveals to us that he had recorded this entire interaction when the appraiser left and what they have told us. There is video evidence. While we’re assessing what we should do and what could be our choices, overlooking the video, our phone plans stopped working, with a phone number we know saying that they’re trying to access our account. It was none other than Karen, doing it for him and not even an hour after she left. With not even a day to prepare a phone plan beforehand we go to get a phone plan that can get activated on the same day and then go grocery shopping.

What I have described in detail has all happened in the span of three days, four if you’re willing to count the day they came over to discuss their so-called plan to us. This wasn’t over a week, a month, or even years. This was a clearly planned mission on their part in order to ensure we wouldn't have the time or energy to fight back all for their own gains instead of actually wanting to help someone who is biologically related to them. They had done all this to use the house as collateral so then they could buy a new house since they’re unable to maintain a house themselves. Not only that, but to charge us rent for a place we’ve already been actively paying every expense ourselves for years on end just displays they intend to siphon money from us as well. Because what other reason would you do this to your biological kids that you’ve raised up until the ending years of high school? What could drive someone to do this to their own kids? In what world would a parent do this to their kids if they ever loved them in the first place instead of being a coward and hiding behind some woman you can’t even legally call your wife after seven years? What gives him the right to try and turn our world upside down when we’re not involved with the life he chose to abandon us for? I’m sick, I’m tired, I’m in excruciating pain and this is just from one perspective, there’s two other people who are going through the same shit I am, one of them pregnant, and we’re trying our best to make due with these shitty cards we’ve been dealt with.

I had originally written all of this in hopes of being able to raise enough money in order to cover lawyer costs so then we can finally have the deed under Dave’s name, but as of yesterday, July, 12, 2025, I was told that Dave and April are instead considering of just moving out entirely instead, without telling me beforehand.

This was brought up as my mom and my stepdad came to visit. It started with Dave asking if my dad would want his computer or his setup given that he wouldn’t have the space, much less the time, to keep it over at April’s old bedroom at her parent’s home. This sparked the discussion of their plans that I was still fully unaware of up until now. Now, this isn’t even the first time some big news is presented to me at the same time my parents are, who live far away from us compared to me as someone who lives under the same roof as them. This had happened when they revealed they were having a child, which was about three months in and they were actively withholding the fact from me as well during that time, as if a baby wouldn’t also directly impact me.

Back to the moving situation, my mom then turns to me and asks “What about you? Where are you gonna go?” and all I could respond to her was with “I didn’t even know this, this is the first time I’m hearing about this.” Then April responds with “To be honest, I’d thought you’d live with your mom.” It was an assumption based on nothing. My mom didn’t bother extending an invitation towards me. This woman who took care of my dogs over me, of course didn’t say anything. She couldn’t even agree with my stepdad when he talked about the time when her brother stayed over at their house for 6 months.

April talked about how she hates trying to live like everything is back to normal when she’s not sure when the rug could be pulled out from under us again. I agree with the sentiment. I wasn’t exactly sure what steps I should be taking since I was asked to stop looking for a job back in May for the benefit of Dave and April - due to what happened with Jack, they wanted someone to be at the house at all times just in case something happens. Which is horrible mind you, if something bad were to happen and I’m going to be the one home alone all the time? There is so little regard for me if there is any at all.

Regardless, I’m having emergency commissions open again. I’m actively looking for a job. It’s clear that I’m never in the minds of the people physically around me so I will be moving out as soon as possible.

The plan is to get a passport the moment I make enough money from commissions so then if I can’t get a solution here fast enough, I’ll travel to my friends who know about this situation and reassess from there. If all goes according to plan, I will find a job relatively soon and the funds for this is just for moving expenses and maybe covering the first month of rent. I don’t plan on taking Dave or April with me since they already had plans in mind without telling me. I just want to be free from this hellhole soon before literally anything else can happen.

Thank you so much for reading and especially if you help me in any way shape or form.