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When I returned from my trip, I found all my things tossed on the lawn with a note: “Basement or nothing.” Instead, I vanished into my hidden apartment—and never paid them another cent. Half a year later, they came knocking, desperate to live with me….When my flight landed, I grabbed a taxi straight home. But as soon as we pulled into the driveway, I knew something was wrong. My clothes, books, and personal belongings were stuffed into black trash bags and dumped unceremoniously on the lawn.
I marched up to the front door and knocked. Standing there were Mom, Dad, Marcus, and Sandra.
“What is this?” I demanded, pointing to the bags.
Sandra stepped forward, smirking. “We’ve made a few changes while you were gone. The kids needed more space, so we turned your room into their playroom.”
“We fixed up the basement for you,” Mom added, not meeting my eyes. “It’s actually nice now.”
The basement—dark, damp, and smelling of mildew.
Sandra’s smile widened. “Of course, if you don’t like it, you’re free to get your own place. You’re 29, after all.”
I looked at my parents, hoping for some support. They just stared at the floor. Then something inside me shifted. Instead of getting angry, I smiled—an honest, genuine smile.
“You know what?” I said brightly. “You’re right, Sandra. I should find my own place. But tell me—how do you plan to pay the mortgage without my contribution?”
Marcus puffed out his chest. “Actually, I just got a job last week. Good salary. We’ll be fine without your help.”
A wave of relief rushed through me. “That’s wonderful! I’m really happy for you all. This works out perfectly.”
They stared, surprised. They’d expected me to argue or beg. Instead, I was acting like they’d done me a favor. Sandra looked triumphant. “Good. It’s about time you learned to stand on your own two feet.”
The door slammed shut without a goodbye.
I pulled out my phone, called a moving company, and two hours later a truck pulled into the driveway. What none of them knew was that six months later, they’d be the ones knocking on my door—begging to move in with me……To be continued in C0mments 👇