My sister demanded I give her my house because she had a baby. She lost it when our family started laughing.
Hi Reddit. Long-time lurker, first-time poster, and apparently the selfish villain in my sister’s dramatic family saga.
I (29F) am single by choice and just bought my first house after seven years of saving, side hustling, and living off ramen. It’s nothing fancy – a three- bedroom ranch that needed some love. I spent months renovating it myself: YouTube plumbing at 2AM, refinishing floors on weekends, learning everything the hard way. It’s mine in every sense of the word.
My sister Katie (31F) is married to Troy (crypto bro extraordinaire) and they have a one-year-old son, Bentley. They live in a $2,400/month “luxury” apartment that Troy insisted on because it has a gym… he’s never used.
When I had my small housewarming party (about 20 guests), Katie showed up with 40 people because, quote, “family should celebrate together.” Fine. I ordered more pizza.
Then the comments started.
“This is way too much house for one person.”
“What are you compensating for?”
“Must be nice having no responsibilities.”
Apparently, unless you’ve reproduced, you’re a childless burden to society.
After the tour, Katie clinked her glass and called everyone to the living room:
“I have an announcement!”
I braced for another pregnancy reveal. Nope.
“As
you all know, space is so important for child development. Bentley needs a yard and his own room to grow. Meanwhile, Sarah has three bedrooms she’s not even using.”
Everyone went silent. Mom cautiously asked where this was going.
Katie pulled out a manila folder like she was presenting at Shark Tank.
“So, I’ve prepared a proposal. Sarah transfers the deed to us. We’ll take over the mortgage. She can rent the basement from us. Everyone wins!”
My best friend Lucia (who’s a lawyer, bless her) just said, “That’s her house, Katie.”
Katie smiled. “Exactly! She bought it herself. Imagine how selfish it is to have all this space alone when her nephew-doesn’t even have a yard.”
Troy chimed in helpfully:
“We already picked out Bentley’s room the master bedroom, for his sensory development.”
Yes. My master bedroom. The one I retiled myself.
I asked, “You want me to give you my house?”
Yes. My master bedroom. The one I retiled myself.
I asked, “You want me to give you my house?”
Katie: “Not give. Transfer. We’ll take over the payments.”
Me: “The payments are $1,100 a month.”
Katie: “Oh, we can’t afford that. We figured you’d still pay most of it since you make more. We’d cover, like, $400.”
At that point, Uncle Steve started laughing so hard he had to sit down.
Katie then claimed she’d consulted a lawyer.
Dad: “No lawyer would agree to this.”
Katie: “Well… a paralegal. Troy’s cousin. He says if Sarah refuses to provide adequate housing for her nephew when she has access, it could be neglect.”
Lucia (actual lawyer): “That’s… not how any of that works.”
Katie burst into tears.
“You all hate that I’m a mother! Sarah’s going to die alone in this house with her cats!”
Me: “I don’t have cats.”
Katie: “You will. Because you’re selfish.”
Mom tried to mediate. “Katie, honey, you can’t just take Sarah’s house.” Katie: “Why not? You gave her money for her down payment but not me!”
Plot twist: she’d been stewing on that for years.
Mom gasped. “We gave you $30,000 for your wedding!”
Dad: “Sarah only got $10,000 for the house!”
Katie: “That wedding was an investment in your grandchild!”
Dad: “You weren’t even pregnant!”
Then Troy whipped out his phone.
“I’m documenting this hostility for court.”
Me: “What court?”
Troy: “Housing court. Family court. Supreme Court if necessary.”
And then, the pièce de résistance – Katie went live on Facebook from my living room.
“At my sister’s house, where she refuses to share with her nephew who’s about to be homeless because family means nothing to her. Bentley doesn’t understand why Aunt Sarah hates him.”
They stormed out (after Troy came back three times for the diaper bag, once for a shoe, and once for Bentley himself, whom they forgot in the backyard).
Next day, Katie sent me an itemized bill for emotional damages totaling $50,000 including $75 for gas to drive to my “hostile environment.”
