My entitled family disowned me for 15 years over parking tickets, claiming that because I went to

jail for two weeks, all because I couldn't pay for them, that this meant they needed to disown

me to teach me a lesson. And now after 15 years, they finally have tracked me down and are demanding

that I let them back into my life. And at this point, I'm honestly so shocked that I seriously

don't know what to do. Here's what happened.

I'm a 36-year-old male and I got into some trouble 15 years ago. I take all the responsibility for this. And even to this day, I carry all the shame, the guilt, and embarrassment for it as well. Also, and this might come up, this is not cultural or religion. It's just shame to the family name. The situation was when I was 19 and my ID was stolen and being used in another state. This created a situation where my driver's license was suspended nationwide. Somehow, any and all notifications from the other state never made it to me. I started doing all the necessary things I needed to do to try and fix the problem. I, however, had a couple tickets in my current state that I needed to pay, but I couldn't, because I needed to pay my rent and keep my apartment. Also, at the time, my full-time job was having problems and was borderline shutting down. So to try and make ends meet, I was doing a lot of freelance work as well, which is, again, my fault. I knew the company was in trouble, but I was

still holding out hope that things would get better. I was hoping that maybe if I had a couple more

freelance jobs, I would be able to finally pay the tickets. But no, this was never the case. And the long

story short of it is that I was arrested and spent two weeks in jail. This is not ideal, but I guess

in the long run, it worked out for the best by clearing

the tickets in my home state. However, my family felt otherwise and I was completely disowned

because of this. I lost everything and everyone. The only reason I still had my apartment

was because I had enough to cover the rent and the freelance work kept up. It took another six

months, but I was finally able to get the other state to release my driver's license. And so I decided that since my family hated me, I didn't need them. And so a year later, I changed my last name, my phone number, and my email. My social media is locked down so tight that you would think I was hiding national security secrets. I was able to finish college and get settled into my career,

and at this point, I'm happier than I've ever been. Well, fast forward to present day, and two weeks ago, there was a knock on my door, and guess what? It was my mom and dad. Reminder, it's been about 15 years, and I had not spoken a word to either of them. The only thing I could get out of my mouth was to say, how did you find me and what are you doing here? My mom's response was to say,

we spent five grand on a private investigator. And finally, a search on Facebook with just your first name found you, and the private investigator confirmed that yes, it was you. I responded by saying, you didn't answer my second question. What are you doing here? My mom then said to me, it's been 15 years. Looking at where you are, it seems that you've learned your lesson and you are succeeding. You've missed out on a lot of things. I then ended with, yes, I have learned my lesson. One of them is don't think anyone will ever help you or be understanding, even your family. And yes, I did succeed. And I did it entirely without you. Please leave and don't

ever come back. I then shut the door in their face and I locked it, and I checked the back door, and I close all the curtains. I'm guessing they hung around for another 15 minutes, knocking and demanding to be let in. I then just went back to bed, turning the fan on high, and I went right back to sleep. I did some research and they were right. I have missed out on a lot. I have nieces and

nephews, new brother and sister. turning the fan on high and I went right back to sleep. I did some research and they were right.

I have missed out on a lot. I have nieces and nephews, new brother and sister-in-laws. But the truth is, I don't know any of them. And I don't think I need to. I live a very quiet life. I can count on two hands how many friends I actually have. A friend said I may have taken it too far and that I should have given them a chance, and if I didn't like what they had to say, then I could have told

them to go away. I was hoping that... have. A friend said I may have taken it too far and that I should have given them a chance,

and if I didn't like what they had to say, then I could have told them to go away. I was hoping that this was going to be the end of it, but now they've taken to literally following my every move. And I will be completely honest, they are harmless, but just a real pain in the butt. But also, I've been messing with them with the help of my friend, and it's made the scenario just a little bit lighter and just a little bit more fun.

Now, this past week, the way my days off fell, I had a five-day stretch, so I decided to go to the city for a few days. I'm walking distance to the Amtrak station, and they followed me. So I kept my AirPods in the whole time, and I know they were trying to talk to me, but I ignored the entire time. people on the platform even were telling me that they were talking to me, and I said that I know, but I don't want to deal with them. The train eventually came and I got on and I left them behind, and man, did I love that. It finally got to the point where I finally acknowledged them. They weren't going to go away, so we met at the park across from my apartment. And you know what? I didn't hold anything back. I told them this was the one and only time I was going to talk to them. I took a page from the Matlock series and I told them that I was their judge. I was their jury. And I then told them that as far as I was concerned, they were guilty of anything and everything. And all I was doing was hearing what they had to say before I walked away from them. I then asked them why after 15 years they're now demanding to be back in my life and why they made the decisions they did to disown me. They told me that I ruined the family name and that the shame I brought to the family was horrible, and that the only way to make it right was to get rid of me. They said that recently my name has been coming up in conversations and that the family has grown with a lot of new people, that the brother and sister-in-laws are asking questions about who I am, that I have a niece who they think I would love and get along with, and the same for a nephew who was born last year, stating that now should be the time to fix things. They said that

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