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My parents kicked me out of the home I paid for and held a party without me saying, you were just the buyer, not the owner. So I waited until everyone arrived. Then made a phone call that had them begging because I stood outside the house. I paid for my hands, clenched into fists as I watched through the window inside. #redditreadings #redditstories #aita #games #reddit #storytime  My parents were laughing, drinking, and entertaining a house full of guests in my home. The same home they had kicked me out of music. Blasted from the expensive sound system I bought. The kitchen countertops were covered in food. I paid for, my mom was showing off the fancy new furniture she had picked out, even though the money for it had come from my bank account and I wasn't even invited. No worse. I wasn't allowed inside. Just two days ago, I had come home from work to find the locks changed. When I called my parents confused and furious, my mom had simply said, we figured it was time for you to move on. You bought the house. Sure, but we're the ones who live here. You were just the buyer, not the owner. Then she hung up like I was some stranger. Like I hadn't spent years sacrificing, working overtime, saving every dollar to afford this house. Not just for me, but for them. I had given them everything and they had thrown me out like I was nothing. I took a deep breath forcing myself to stay calm. My emotions didn't matter right now. What mattered was what I was about to do next because I wasn't walking away. I was going to make sure they never forgot who the real owner of this house was. To understand how we got here, let me take you back. I grew up in a small town outside of San Diego, California. My parents weren't terrible people, not at first, but they were selfish and they made bad decisions. My mom had a spending problem. My dad had an ego problem. Neither of them had steady jobs. My mom bounced from one business idea to another, always convinced the next one would make her rich. My dad refused to work for anyone insisting he was too smart for regular jobs, so they lived off credit cards, loans, and a constant cycle of borrowing from family members. And when I was old enough to work, they started borrowing from me. I got my first job at 16 thinking I'd finally have some independence, but every paycheck my parents had a new reason why they needed the money more than I did. The electricity bill is late. My mom would say, I. We're behind on the mortgage, my dad would add, and if I ever pushed back, they would make me feel guilty. After everything we've done for you, you can't even help out your own family. So I helped over and over again. By the time I was 25, I had built a career in real estate. I was making good money, not rich, but enough to finally think about buying a house. That's when my parents started planting the idea. You know, it would be so nice if we all had a big place together. My mom would say, sighing dramatically. We could finally have a home We're proud of. My dad added. At first I resisted. I wanted my own place, but every time I brought it up, they guilt tripped me. You're just going to abandon your own parents after everything we sacrificed for you. So like an idiot. I caved. I bought the house. A beautiful four bedroom in a quiet suburb. It had a backyard, a pool, a modern kitchen, everything they had ever dreamed of, and I let them move in with me. The mortgage was in my name. The bills were under my account. Every dollar spent on that house came from me. I thought they would be grateful........, #redditstories #aita #toxicfamily #relationshipdrama #storytime #mildrama #entitledparents #truestory #redditconfessions #crazyfamily #redditreadings #familydrama #StepMomStory #toxicrelatives #redditaita