My mum kicked me out of my own house for her new family. Years later, I got my brutal revenge.

When I was 15, my dad died. My mum, 45, didn't wait too long to start over and moved her new

partner in just two months later. My dad left everything to me and not even a dime to her. They weren't married.

My dad's will was so structured that she couldn't challenge it, and she attempted and even asked me

to pass over one of my properties for her to show my new dad that he was welcomed. I couldn't even

if I wanted to, because my dad's will was specified that I had to be 21 to have access to everything he left me.

This dude had kids, 18 and 19, are their ages now, and my mum prioritised them to keep him happy.

I mean, she wasn't like horrible or neglectful to me, but she tended to favour them.

And they went on trips,

and even if she didn't tell me not to go, she'd say something between the lines of,

wouldn't you rather go to your grandparents, by which she meant my dad's parents? I'm not stupid,

and I know that she didn't want me there. When I turned 17, she asked me to leave, my own house, by the way, because I kept fighting

with her man, and I also reminded him of whose house it was. When he wanted to play the man

of the house, I also called him John Conroy. My grandparents told me to avoid confrontation,

so I went to live with them. My mum would visit me often and tell me how much she loved me,

but she needed to keep the peace at home. When I told her she loved him more than me, she said, no, darling,

I do love you. It's just difficult since you can't accept him and you humiliate him. And I admit,

when he tried to play the man of the house and my house, my rules, I used to tell him,

remember your place. But just because he tried to set rules in the house and my house my rules, I used to tell him, remember your place.

But just because he tried to set rules in the house, like until what time I was allowed to watch TV, until what time I was allowed to get in, after midnight they wouldn't open the door on me,

and I had my keys. I, of course, never obeyed him, and the fact was, the rules were just for

me. Whenever he pulled this stuff on me, I just told him, remember your place, remember where you're standing, or remember whose house this is. Maybe it was Bratty, but that was my way to go on with it, since my mum just said, He cares for you, or he just wants what's best for you. Several years later, after college, I decided to check my properties and also the one that my

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