My dad and sister came to my house, told me to give it to her because she had kids I refused.

My dad and sister came to my house, told me to give it to her because she had kids I refused. Days later, they showed up with a moving truck and a locksmith trying to take over my house. Anyway, I 32 male. Never thought I'd be sharing this absolute cluster of a situation on Reddit, but here I am still shaking with anger as I type this. #reddit #radditstory #askreddit #redditstories #askredditstories #storytime  First, let me paint you a picture of my life. For the past decade, I've been working as a veterinary technician at one of the busiest animal hospitals in our city. It's not exactly rolling in cash. I make about $65,000 a year, but I absolutely love what I do. There's something special about helping sick animals get better, even if it means getting scratched, bitten, and covered in various bodily fluids on a daily basis, plus the look on an owner's face when you help save their pet. That's worth more than any six figure tech salary if you ask me, but man, saving for a house on a vet tech salary. That's been a whole different kind of challenge since I was 22. I've been living like a college student trying to make this dream happen. Shared a cramped apartment with three other guys, one of whom was definitely running some kind of illegal cheese import business from his bedroom. Don't ask the smell still haunts me. Drove this ancient Honda Civic that made sounds. I'm pretty sure cars shouldn't make lived off the cheapest meal prep you can imagine if there was a sale on ramen or frozen burritos. I was there. Meanwhile, my sister, Sarah, 35, female o boy, where do I even start with Sarah? Picture every entitled Instagram influencer wannabe you've ever seen, multiply it by 10, add three kids from three different baby daddies and you're getting close. She's got this whole lifestyle brand thing going on, re joining every pyramid scheme that comes her way and convincing our parents to invest. Her kids are eight, five, and two cute kids, don't get me wrong, but she uses them like accessories for her Instagram. She's always posting these staged photos of them and matching designer outfits with captions like. Blessed mama raising my tribe while simultaneously pawning them off on our parents so she can go to business meetings. AKA cocktails with other MLM Huns, the kicker. She hasn't held down a real job since she quit her hostess gig at Applebee's in high school because, and I quote the uniform didn't match her aesthetic, but somehow, somehow she always has the latest iPhone, a closet full of designer bags and goes on these lavish business retreats to Cancun. How? Two words are parents, especially dad, man, the way he treats Sarah versus me. It's like we're not even from the same family. Growing up. If I needed new shoes for school, money doesn't grow on trees, son. But if Sarah needed a new MacBook because her old one was last year's model, dad's credit card materializes faster than you can say, daddy's princess. I tried not to let it bother me too much over the years. I was building my own life, doing my own thing. Sure. Living with roommates in my late twenties while Sarah lived in our parents' guest house, rent free wasn't ideal, but I had a plan. Every extra dollar I made doing overnight emergency shifts or picking up extra hours, went straight into my house fund while Sarah was blowing money on cryptocurrency schemes recommended by her latest boyfriend. I was learning everything I could about mortgages, property taxes, and home maintenance. Finally. Finally, after nearly a decade of saving, living like a monk and working more overtime than I can count, I did it, found this cozy three bedroom ranch style house in a decent neighborhood, nothing fancy, definitely needed. Some TLC. Got this weird carpet in the bathroom that I'm pretty sure is older than I am, and the previous owner had some questionable ideas about accent walls, who paints a kitchen neon orange, but it was within my budget, structurally sound, and most importantly it was mine. The day I got the keys, I literally sat on the floor of my empty living room and cried. Pathetic maybe. But after watching Sarah get handed everything her whole life while I worked my ass off for every single thing I had, this felt like vindication, like proof that doing things the right way, the hard way could actually pay off. Oh, and speaking of Sarah getting handed things, here's where the story really starts to get interesting. See, five years ago, our parents gave her a house. Not just any house. We're talking a gorgeous four bedroom in the fancy part of town. The kind of place where people have those little signs, advertising their home security system, and everyone drives a Tesla way nicer than my place. Probably worth twice as much. #reddit #radditstory #askreddit #redditstories #askredditstories #storytime