They Took the House I Funded for 5 Years… Then Showed Up at My Door With Suitcases (3 of 3)

A week later, Mom’s Facebook post painted me as a cold, ungrateful daughter. But when I finally shared the truth—how I’d paid their mortgage for years only for them to give the house to my sister, then break into mine—the comments flipped in my favor.

Two days later, my cousin called: Lily wouldn’t take them in either. Mom was working full-time to cover a small apartment.

I felt a pang of pity, but also relief. Mark put it best: “You’ve been chasing approval you were never going to get.”

He was right. Letting go was freeing.

The next morning, Mom left a voicemail. “We made a mistake. Please call us.”

I deleted it. Maybe one day I’d be ready. But not today. Today, I was finally choosing me.