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My daughter blocked me for 13 years only to call and say I'm getting married. I deserve grandma's

My daughter blocked me for 13 years only to call and say I'm getting married. I deserve grandma's money and the family home. I refuse to hand over a dime because I don't care if I get flamed for this. I've stayed silent long enough. I know people will have opinions, but I'm just going to lay it out simple and honest. #aita #games #redditreadings #redditstories #storytime  What happened, what I did, why I did it, and how I finally stopped being someone's emotional punching bag. My daughter blocked me when she was 19. No contact not a word for over 13 years. I had no idea if she was dead or alive. And then out of the blue she calls me and says this, I'm getting married. I deserve grandma's money. I want the family house. That's all. No. Hi dad. No, sorry. It's been a while. Just straight up demands, like I was holding her inheritance hostage. I said No, and here's why. Rachel was my only child. She was sharp from the beginning, talked early red, early, full of fire. She had her mother's eyes and her stubbornness. She was the light of our lives. We weren't rich, but we made it work. Small home in Tennessee. My wife worked part-time as a nurse. I was in construction when Rachel was 14. My wife was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It was already stage three by the time we knew. The chemo hit her hard. She was gone in less than a year, just like that. I became a widower and a single dad to a heartbroken teenage girl. Everything changed after that. Rachel started drifting. At first, it was little things, skipping meals, ignoring curfew. Then it was bigger stuff, staying out all night, getting caught shoplifting. Failing classes. Failing classes. Every day was a fight. I tried everything I could. Therapy school counselors, grounding, giving her space, taking her out for father daughter days. Nothing worked. She saw me as the enemy. I reminded her of what she lost. I get that now, but back then it just felt like getting beat up in my own home every day. I was grieving too. I was holding it together with duct tape and coffee. I. I had no family nearby. I worked long hours, tried to make ends meet, cooked whatever I could manage, and came home to a daughter who barely looked at me. At 17, she moved out the second she legally could. Lived with a friend's family for a while, barely kept in touch, came back at 18, broke and angry. We had one last blow up when she was 19. She screamed that I ruined her life, that I failed her, that she never wanted to see me again, and then she was gone. Blocked my number, blocked my email. Moved outta state, new phone, new address. Every Christmas I sent a card, every birthday. Never got a reply for a while. I kept hoping I'd get a letter, a message, something. I left my number the same. I checked my inbox every night. I. After a few years, I stopped waiting. In 2017, my mom passed Rachel's grandmother. They were close Once when Rachel was little, she used to stay at her house in South Carolina. Every summer they'd bake, garden, do puzzles. My mom loved her like crazy. But once Rachel cut ties with me, she cut everyone else too. She stopped calling. No birthday wishes, no visits. My mother used to sit on the porch and just stare at the mailbox. She asked me once near the end if she should leave anything to Rachel. She looked tired. I told her to do whatever she felt was right...., #redditstories #mildrama #toxicfamily #aita #storytime #relationshipdrama #familyconflicts #crazymil #entitledparents #redditaita #truestory #StepmomStory #toxicrelatives #redditreadings #RedditConfessions