Three weeks after my parents gave my sister the house I’d been paying the mortgage

…at my vacation cottage. I hesitated before opening the app, a sinking feeling in my gut. The live feed showed my parents standing at the front door, bags in hand. They were trying different keys, clearly hoping one would magically grant them entry.

My heart pounded as I watched them struggle with the locks. Taking a deep breath, I dialed the security company. “Hi, this is Tessa. I need to report an unauthorized entry attempt at my property,” I explained, giving them the details. They assured me they would send someone to check on the situation immediately.

As I hung up, my mind raced. This was a new low, even for my family. First, they handed over my hard-earned house to my sister without so much as a discussion, and now they were attempting to take over my sanctuary? I felt a mix of anger and disbelief, but mostly I felt empowered to finally stand up for myself.

I decided to leave work early and head to the cottage. As I drove, memories of family gatherings and holidays at my home ran through my mind. Nostalgia battled with the hurt, but I knew what needed to be done.

When I arrived, the security personnel were already there, politely informing my parents that they were not welcome. The expression on my mother’s face shifted from surprise to indignation as she spotted me approaching.

“Tessa, darling!” she called, attempting a smile. “This is all a big misunderstanding. We just thought—”

I held up a hand, cutting her off. “No, Mom. This isn’t a misunderstanding. You knew exactly what you were doing. This is my place, and I expect you to leave immediately.”

My father stepped forward, trying to assert some authority. “Tessa, this is just childish. We’re family. We should share.”

I looked at him, steeling myself. “Family doesn’t mean you get to walk all over me. I’ve worked hard for what I have, and I won’t let you take that away because of some misguided sense of entitlement.”

Lily, leaning against the car, scoffed. “You’re seriously going to throw our parents out? How could you be so heartless?”

I shook my head. “Heartless? I’ve supported this family in many ways you’ll never understand. But enough is enough. It’s time you all learned to respect boundaries.”

The security personnel, sensing the tension easing, stepped back respectfully. My parents exchanged looks, realizing they were at an impasse. Reluctantly, they gathered their bags and headed back to their car, Lily trailing behind them, still muttering under her breath.

As I watched them drive away, I felt a strange mix of emotions—sadness for what our family had become, but also relief. This confrontation was long overdue. I knew that standing firm was the right decision, even if it meant further straining these already fragile relationships.

Back inside my cottage, I sat quietly, letting the peace of the space envelop me. I realized I didn’t just need to defend my property; I needed to defend my self-worth. This was my life, my happiness, and it was time to live it on my own terms.

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