In-Laws Screamed My Job Was _A Joke__ Tried To Evict Me After 14-Hour... - Reddit Family Tales

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
In laws screamed my job was a joke, tried to
evict me. After fourteen hour work days, learned the hard
way my name alone was on the deed and mortgage.
I'm Oliver, a thirty five year old male software developer
at a cybersecurity firm that specializes in banking system security.
For the past decade, I've been slogging, working sixty plus

(00:21):
hour weeks and sacrificing my twenties. Despite the majority of
my college friends were out partying. I saved every dime
I could, despite living in a tiny apartment with two
roommates whose basic cleanliness was questionable at best. One of
them practically never did his dishes. They soaked for weeks,
but I persevered because I had a goal. Finally, at
twenty eight, I purchased my ideal home, not a palace,

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but a lovely three bedroom ranch on a quiet neighborhood
with mature trees and good neighbors. It had a finished
basement where I set up my gaming station and home office,
a backyard large enough for her a dog, as was
always planned, and a kitchen that did not make me
cry every time I cooked. I put down the eighty
thousand dollars I had saved since graduating from college. My
parents contributed twenty thousand dollars, but I paid them back

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within two years because I didn't want to owe anyone.
I was extremely proud of that house and what it represented,
attaining something meaningful via hard effort and delayed satisfaction. I
met Vanessa, a thirty four year old woman on Bumble
roughly five years ago. She appeared calm at first, professing
to enjoy hiking and video games and presenting herself as
low maintenance on her profile. She had a unique chuckle

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that I found endeering, and could talk for hours about
true crime documentaries, which I was interested in at the time.
We dated for a year, relocated swiftly, and married in
a court house with a little reception at my home.
She moved into my house, which I had already owned
for two years. There were red indicators that I overlooked
since I was frankly relieved to no longer be single.

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She worked as an executive assistant, but was frequently absent
due to illness. She expected expensive Birthday, Christmas, Valentine's and
anniversary gifts, but gave me items from the sale rack.
Her parents treated her as if she were still sixteen,
and she let them. She had anxiousness, which conveniently flared
up whenever there was a duty to be done. She
never volunteered to split any household bills and had a

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strange buying habit that never harmed her limited bank account.
I eventually discovered that my credit card was funding it.
I arrived home about six thirty pm after meeting a
tight deadline after coding for fourteen hours straight to debug
a vital security fix. My brain was absolutely fried and
my eyes were burning from gazing at screens all day,
dreaming of resting on my couch and maybe playing some

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Xbox to unwind. I came into my driveway and had
to slam on the brakes due to a pile of
junk on my front lawn. This is my stuff. My
faded State University hoodie lay in the grass, becoming soaked.
My four thousand dollars vinyl collection, which I had methodically
built since high school, was overflowing out of a box,
with some albums exposed to the elements. My gaming gadgets, books, clothes,

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and that silly ceramic al Vanessa got me on our anniversary.
I later realized that the item I purchased with my
credit card was resting crookedly on top of the pile.
There they were the in laws from Hell. Linda sixty
two and Robert sixty five stood there with smug grins
on their faces, as if they had just won the lottery.
These people have never worked a real job in their

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privileged life. Robert handles some family property that he inherited
from his father, whereas Linda's entire identity focuses around being
Vanessa's mother and shopping at Nordstrom. Both were dressed in
luxury clothes and were on my lawn throwing my belongings around.
Vanessa was lingering near the porch, arms crossed and looking
away as if she couldn't meet my gaze. Her body

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language was a strange combination of defiant and anxious, as
if she knew she was doing something wrong but had
convinced herself she was justified. Linda started on with her
screeching voice, which sounded like a nail gun hitting sheet
metal before I could even open my car door. There
he is, finally the worthless bum. This from a woman
who previously told me at Thanksgiving that true men by

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their spouse's Tiffany bracelets just because, and that my career
in computer stuff wasn't noteworthy, because anyone can do it. Now.
I felt a strange calm wash over me, like deep
sea pressure or something. A peculiar clarity occurs when everything
suddenly makes perfect sense. I exited, carefully, not rushing. Robert
puffed up his chest like he often does when he

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wants to frighten someone. He's been living off his father's
money his entire life, yet he acts like he's a
self made industrial titan. He has business cards that read entrepreneur, investor,
yet I've never seen him accomplish any of those things. Okay, Oliver,
this isn't working, he shouted at me in his I'm
talking to the wait staff who brought me the wrong
appetizer tone. Get out. We're changing the locks tomorrow, and

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this is now Vanessa's house. Our daughter deserves stability and security,
not you, he said dismissively. The guy who works sixty
or more hours per week to pay for everything is
the problem. Vanessa finally spoke up, her voice, low and
thin in that baby girl tone she uses when she
wants something expensive. Oliver, it is over. I told you
things weren't re and mom and Dad agree it's best

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if you leave my house. My house, the one I
purchased with a down payment five years before I swiped
right on her profile, the one where solely my name
appears on the deed, mortgage and everything. The one I
had spent thousands of dollars refurbishing piece by piece new
water heater, deck repair and dishwasher replacement, all while she

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complained that we weren't prioritizing cosmetic repairs for her Instagram images.
Her parents had probably paid me a visit four times
before she moved in, always acting as if they were
doing me a tremendous favor by honoring me with their
presence and making comments about how I should really upgrade
the countertops, are asking when are you getting a pool
put in? Never offering to chip in. Of course, one

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time Robert actually said, when Vanessa fully moves in, we
should talk about proper window treatments for this place. It
was as if I was living in an unfinished construction
site rather than a perfectly nice home, and suddenly it's
Vanessa's house. The mental gymnastics were Olympic level. Linda charged
at me, finger slashing the air, her expensive manicure gleaming

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in the evening sun. She had a self righteous expression
on her face, as if she were passing heavenly judgment.
You heard her, get out. You aren't welcome here, you
worthless bum. This is our daughter's house now. She then
kicked one of my boxes for emphasis. My ancient psychology
one O one text book skidded over the moist grass

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and landed in a puddle from the morning rain. That's
when the insanity struck me. I began laughing, not just
a chuckle, but a full throated, slightly insane laugh that
astonished even me. It resonated around the peaceful street. Here
was this sixty two year old woman who I'd seen
spend six hundred dollars on lunch, without blinking, throwing my
college text book around like a tough enforcer in a

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lousy gangster movie. Linda's jaw literally fell. Robert blinked stupidly.
Vanessa flinched as though I had screamed at her my house.
I blurted out, wiping my tears. Vanessa's house. Wow, did
I miss the closing? Was there a memo? Because last
I checked, I'm the only one who's paid a single

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penny toward this mortgage. I'm the only name on the deed.
I've never seen any of you write a check for
property taxes, insurance, or repairs. The neighbors across the street
had come out onto their porch watching the show. Don't
you dare mock us, Robert exclaimed, puffing up again. His
actual rolex tragically glinted as he gesticulated frantically. This is

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only fair, Vanessa dedicated years to you. She deserves this
house for everything she's put up with. Put up with what,
I replied, my face burning, but my voice steady, my
stable job, paying all the bills, the vacations. I funded
the four thousand dollars handbag I bought her for her
birthday that she used twice before deciding it was last season.

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Linda exclaimed, her voice rising to a pitch that most
likely disturbed satellite signals. You clearly don't appreciate her. You
work constantly, you're never home. We're stepping in to ensure
she has what she did deserves, right, I asked, The
laughter gone and replaced by frost in my veins. I
took out my phone. What are you doing? Vanessa inquired,

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panic in her eyes. For the first time, she appeared
unsure of herself. Call the people who handle property disputes,
I said, calmly, trespassing specifically, you know the police. I'd
never contacted the cops in my life, but this was crazy.
Don't you dare Linda screamed, her voice, striking a note
that likely disturbed bats in the neighboring county. This is

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a family matter. We don't need to involve outsiders. Not
when you're on my property throwing my stuff around, I said,
calling nine to one one. Not when you're trying to
illegally evict me from a house that I own outright,
with no legal claim whatsoever. That's actually a crime. By
the way, Vanessa started crying, those practicing tears that emerged
whenever she didn't obtain what she wanted, the same tears

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that flowed when I told her we couldn't afford a
three thousand dollars perse or recommended she contribute to our
joint savings account on sometimes Oliver, Please don't do this.
We can talk about it. I just need some space
right now. And mom and dad thought they could steal
my house, I said for her. Yeah, I gathered that
part as I described the issue to the dispatcher. I

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noticed Robert whispering quickly to Linda, whose face was turning
an alarming shade of crimson. Vanessa merely stood there, perhaps
understanding that her great plan was unraveling before her eyes.
The neighbors were staring now. Missus Collins from next door
had come out with her phone, possibly recording great By
the morning, this would have spread throughout the neighborhood Facebook group.

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I gently supplied my address and indicated that three people
were trespassing, refusing to leave, moving my stuff onto the lawn,
and claiming ownership of my home. Linda could be heard
in the background, virtually gargling with wrath, yelling at me
to go. My name is on the deed and mortgage.
I've lived here for seven years. They're trying to illegally
evict me, I stated to the dispatcher, who appeared to

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have heard it all before Robert approached me, his face
going scarlet from his pricey haircut. He was muttering something
about talking reason into me. Robert, I wouldn't, I said,
raising my free hand. Stay there. Adding assault to the
mix won't look good for you. He paused, then stopped
Robert's entire tough guy persona breaks apart the moment there

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are genuine consequences. He's used to bullying people with his
money and connections while avoiding actual consequences. Vanessa appeared to
be in a panic, not unhappy or upset, but terrified,
as if someone's plan was about to fail. Oliver, please
hang up, Just go stay with your brother Michael for
a few days. We can talk later. I promise we'll

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work something out. Talk about what Vanessa. My voice wasn't strong.
The betrayal felt like someone punching me in the stomach
after three years of marriage. This is what it boiled
down to. The part where you conspired with your parents
to illegally force me out of the house I own,
or the part where you stood by as they threw
my life on the lawn. Which part deserves clarification? She

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grimaced physically winced, Mom, Dad, maybe we should go. We
can come back tomorrow with We're not going anywhere, Linda said,
adjusting her fashionable sunglasses, despite the fact that the sun
had almost set. This is your house, Vanessa. Don't be
weak now he's bluffing about the police. I wasn't kidding

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The flashing lights appeared soon two autos and four officers.
Our neighborhood isn't exactly high crime, so I'm guessing they
were bored. They took in the scene, me beside my car,
my belonging spread across the lawn, and the trio on
the porch. They separated us. Two cops spoke with Linda, Robert,
and Vanessa, while the remaining two spoke with me. I

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described the case, displayed my license with the correct location,
pulled up photographs of the deed from my phone, and
stated that it was exclusively my premarital I showed them
my key in the lock and years of mortgage statements
from my banking app. The senior officer listened and nodded,
his expression unreadable. He eventually rejoined the other gang. I
couldn't hear everything, but I did catch parts legal resident

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civil matter for the courts must vacate the premises immediately.
Vanessa was crying again, this time wrapped in Linda's arms.
Robert was puffing up his chest, discussing misconceptions and how
I was psychologically disturbed. Classic Robert attempting to change reality
when things do not go his way. I've seen him
do this several times at family gatherings, rewriting the story

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so that he appears to be the hero. Not this time, Robert,
not at my residence. Missus Collins was clearly recording now,
and she wasn't attempting to be subtle about it. The
neighbors across the way had taken out their lawn chairs,
great supper and show the senior officer. A man with
salt and pepper hair and the calm expression of someone
who has witnessed every type of human foolishness. Eventually returned

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to me, Sir, we've explained the situation to them. This
is clearly your residence and they have no legal right
to remove you or your belongings. They need to leave immediately.
I nodded relief. Thank you. Officer. However, he replied, I
should note that this is ultimately a civil matter. If
there are disputes about property ownership, those need to be

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settled in court. I understand, you, replied, but there's no dispute.
The house is solely in my name, purchased before marriage.
He nodded. That seems straightforward. Then what happened next will
always be one of the most rewarding experiences. Of my life.
Linda went completely nuts when the officers informed them they
had to leave. Her complexion turned a strange shade of purple,

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which contrasted severely with her clearly dyed blonde hair. It's
her marital home. He can't just kick her out. We're
not leaving, she said, gesturing frantically. Do you know who
we are in this community? Robert puffed up again, adjusting
his rolex as if it granted him superpowers. We're staying
to protect our daughter. This man is unstable, rich, coming

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from the guy who once told me at Christmas that
prenuptial agreements are for men without balls. After I casually
mentioned a friend having one, the officer's patience rapidly dwindled.
Ma'am sir, this isn't optional. This is his property according
to the id provided and his legal statement. You are trespassing.
You need to leave now. Linda put her luxury shoes

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on my yard and simply stated no. Then she continued,
do you know who my husband is? We have connections
in this town. We play golf with Judge Reynolds. They
do not. They live forty five minutes away in a
mcmanson which is probably under water. And Judge Reynolds resigned
three years ago. That was it. One officer forcibly grabbed

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Linda's arm. She screamed like she was being murdered and
tried to flee, yelling how dare you touch me? I'll
have your badge. Another officer firmly directed Robert to the pavement.
It was not hard, but it was decisive. Robert kept stating,
this is outrageous, in a phony, dignified tone, while threatening
to terminate my career and dismiss the officers. They were

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physically taken off my property, making threats and slurs all
the way. You'll regret this. We'll see you in court.
Vanessa deserves everything. You're nothing without her. Your job is
a joke, Your family is trash. Vanessa trailed behind them,
head down, crying those precisely timed tiers she usually uses
when she doesn't get what she wants, the same tears

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she shed when I refused to spend my four oh
one k on the ideal European vacation her parents told
her she deserved. She didn't look at me once, instead
following her parents like a trained robot. The officers made
sure they got into their car a bmw X five,
which Robert likes to highlight is always fully loaded, which
was parked suspiciously down the street, as if they knew
they were up to something. As they drove away, one

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officer turned to me and said, Sir, I'd recommend changing
your locks as soon as possible and documenting everything if
there are further incidents. I nodded and thanked them greatly
for their assistance. As they walked away, my phone burst
with texts, missed calls, and voicemails. Linda's involuntary outburst. You
pathetic excuse for a man. My daughter deserves your house

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and everything in it. You will pay for humiliating us.
I thought you were a better man than this, Oliver,
after everything our daughter did for you, after we welcomed
you into our family. Translation after I paid for their
anniversary meal last year and repaired Robert's laptop for free
several times Vanessa's groaning messages, Oliver, please call me. It's

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not what it looks like. My parents were just worried
about me. We can fix this. I'm at the Marriott
and it's so uncomfortable. I miss our bed. I disregarded
them all. I carefully retrieved every object from the lawn,
checking for damage. I discovered a unique first pressing of
Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon that has water
damage on the cover. I noticed her Instagram open on

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our shared iPad. She'd already shared a tearful selfie with
the statement sometimes the people you trust the most betray you,
and her parents had commented with encouraging platitudes there are
already more than forty likes. I hauled everything back inside,
locked the door, and searched each room for anything else
missing or damaged. My first call the following morning was
to a locksmith. It costs four hundred fifty dollars to

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change each lock. My second stop was to the meanest
divorce lawyer in town, who directed me to mister Turner.
They truly believed this would work, that I'd simply hand
over a five hundred, twenty thousand dollars property I purchased
with my own money to their beloved princess. Incredibly unbelievable.
It has been three weeks since the yard incident, and
things have become nasty. First and foremost, thank you for

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all of your comments and support on my last article,
Rip Inbox. But seriously, It's comforting to know I'm not
the only one who has dealt with psychotic in laws
attempting to claim stuff that isn't theirs. I met with
my lawyer, mister Turner, a smart, focused ex military man
who doesn't take crap from anyone. His workspace exudes a
minimalist aura that says, I will destroy your enemies without

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using a single threatening word. I laid out the entire
story documentation in hand deed, mortgage and tax bills all
pre date Vanessa and our holy mind. I've been paying
two thousand, two hundred and fifty dollars each month for
the mortgage for years, while she has contributed exactly zero.
She never offered to help pay for property taxes or
home insurance. He reaffirmed my position with kick ass confidence

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the home is a distinct property. This concludes the conversation. Legally,
Vanessa could have a theoretical claim to a small slice
of appreciation if she could demonstrate significant direct contribution, which
Turner claimed was about as possible as me becoming the
next Batman. Based on the information I gave, I paid
for everything significant mortgage, property taxes, homeowner's insurance, and any

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repairs when the water heater failed. I lost one thousand,
three hundred dollars. When we needed a new refrigerator, I
paid two thousand, two hundred dollars. It cost me a
five thousand dollar fee, but seeing Turner organize the legal
SmackDown was well worth it. The man literally took notes
in what appeared to be military shorthand, nodding sometimes with
little predatory smirk. He began drafting the divorce petition immediately,

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alleging irreconcilable differences, but providing a factual narrative of the
lawn event to contextualize her behavior. We are identifying a
pattern of entitlement and attempted property theft, he explained, with
a small smile, which gave me chills. Judges dislike seeing
this type of behavior. The harassment did not end. It
simply mutated into a multi headed hydra of gibberish continuous

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calls at all hours, call her ID is my pal.
I'd wake up with seventeen missed calls from various numbers,
all of which turned out to be them. Text messages
range from Linda's all caps threats, no one treats my
daughter this way. We have friends in this town. To
Robert's attempts at manipulation. Think of the good times, Oliver,
don't throw it all away. We can work something out

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where everyone wins. Translation where they win. Vanessa's pitiful plea, Oliver,
please talk to me. I miss you. I didn't mean
for it to go this far. Mom and Dad just
want what's best for me. I need some of my things.
Then Julia, Vanessa's thirty eight year old sister, joined the Fray.
For context, Julia has always considered herself the family fixer,

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but she is actually the family bully. She was the
one who informed me at Thanksgiving that I shouldn't expect
to be treated like family until I proved myself worthy,
whatever that meant. She began by sending false lovely texts. Oliver, Honey,
you need to talk to Sophie. This is tearing her apart.
She's lost five pounds from stress. Meanwhile, Vanessa's Instagram showed

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her out for brunch with pals, looking good, sipping mimosas
and smiling. When I ignored those, the claws emerged. Angry greetings,
you gutlass coward, answer the phone. Who do you think
you are? Do you know what this is doing to
my parents. They're devastated. Vanessa is a wreck. You always
were selfish, but this is a new low, even for you.

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The doorbell began ringing one evening while I was on
a work call regarding a key security patch. Non stop,
ding dong, ding dong. I checked the video doorbell. Julia
was furious. She is carrying an expensive purse on her arm.
I wonder who paid for that. I ignored it. Then
the banging began, loud enough to vibrate the doorframes. I
had to mute myself during my call. Oliver, open this

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damn door, You pathetic coward. You think you can just
kick her out after everything, after all my family has
done for you. They once brought a seven dollars bottle
of wine to dinner and pretended they paid for my
college degree. The projection was fantastic. I saved the video,
called the non emergency line, referred to the previous incident,
and emailed the footage. The cops paid a visit officer. Martinez,

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who deserves a medal for his patients, subsequently told me
that Julia tried to convince him that I was mentally
disturbed and was holding Vanessa's family antiques hostage. Julia's blatant
harassment ended after what I assumed was a come to
Jesus lecture from Officer Martinez. But I knew she wasn't done.
These folks are like termites. They simply find a new
way in psychological work. Warfare became more nuanced. I received

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a fraud warning on my AMX for a three thousand,
nine hundred dollars Louis Vutan purchase that I did not make.
I caught it and canceled the card. My bank sent
me an alert about a stopped suspicious login attempt to
my retirement accounts. I updated the passwords everywhere and used
double authentication. These vultures were attempting to drain my finances.
Then came a barrage of junk mail for Vanessa at

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my address, bridal magazines, We are getting divorced, parenting catalogs.
We have no children. She constantly said she wasn't prepared
credit card offers. A bound turner added that this was
most likely an attempt to establish residency or build a
paper trail, making it appear as if she still lived here.
I marked everything return to sender address no longer resides

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here and threw it away. Robert and Linda began with slow,
frightening drive bys of the house in their bmw X
five financed according to my neighbor who works at the dealership.
Then Robert escalated, slowing down while I was mowing the
lawn and shouted, enjoy it while you can. You'll be
in an apartment soon before rushing away. It felt like
something from a horrible movie. I invested one thousand, two

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hundred dollars on a full security system that included four
high definition cameras monitoring every angle of my property. Best
investment ever. The disinformation campaign became nuclear. My brother Michael called,
claiming Julia had attacked him at work, launching into a
diatribe about how I was unstable, abusive, controlling, and had
dumped Vanessa destitute after allegedly having an affair with a coworker.

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Michael not only knows me, but he has witnessed Vanessa
draining my accounts for girls excursions to Vegas, only to
cry when I requested receipts. He vented to Julia, I've
watched your sister spend his money for years while contributing nothing,
So forgive me if I don't believe a word you're saying.
They're clearly trying to poison anyone who might support me.

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I received a text from Claire, Vanessa's cousin, who was
quietly sympathetic because Vanessa once took her lover that blew
my head. Linda was surrounding relatives at a family meal
three weeks before the yard incident, bragging about how they
were handling things and getting Vanessa the house she deserved.
Oliver doesn't realize it yet, but that house will be
Vanessa's by summer. Robert has everything planned out. The pre

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planning was confirmed. This was a premeditated attack from the start.
Vanessa engaged the most ambulance chasing divorce lawyer in town.
Her Internet evaluations contain complaints about exaggerated bills. She sent
Turner a formal demand letter requesting eighty percent of the
house's current value five hundred twenty thousand dollars, so four
hundred sixteen thousand dollars to her seven eight hundred dollars

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per month in spousal support, more than I actually make
after taxes. All furniture in the house, including items I
owned before marriage, my car, which is paid off unlike hers,
my retirement account's worth approximately one hundred eighty thousand dollars,
which I've been building since before I met her, and
my payment of her legal fees apparently already at fifteen
thousand dollars. The balls are on these individuals simply in

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credible amounts of entitlement. Turner's response was very cold. He
did not simply send a letter. He convened a conference
with her lawyer, filmed it with her agreement, and meticulously
deconstructed each claim while citing pertinent case law. He repeated
the house's non negotiable separate property status, c ced the deed, again,
cited the police records on the eviction attempt in Julia's harassment,

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and declared that spousal support was out of the question
given her behavior and our brief marriage. The best part
Turner had completed his homework. He obtained Vanessa's credit report
legal during divorce procedures, and discovered that she had acquired
three new credit cards in the two months preceding the
lawn incident, maxed them all out thirty seven thousand dollars total,
and made minimal payments from our joint account. He showed

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proof that she had been preparing this for months, gradually
depleting common resources while plotting to seize my separate property.
This pattern of financial behavior, Turner told her lawyer, will
be presented to the court as evidence of premeditated attempts
to defraud mister my last name prior to to a
planned attempt to seize his separate property. The lawyer's face
appeared to become white. Turner agreed to consider the split

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of actual marital assets, such as joint funds, but only
once the housing issue was officially resolved and we got
a complete accounting of where the thirty seven thousand dollars
credit card debt went. I blocked all of their numbers.
Lawyers handle all communication these days. This is stressful. I
won't lie Some nights, I don't sleep well, staring at
the ceiling and wondering how someone I've shared a bed

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with for three years could do this. But every outrageous demand,
every botched stunt, only strengthens my resolve. They expected me
to crumble, a big mistake. They assumed they were dealing
with a pushover who would abandon his home to avoid conflict. Instead,
they discovered I'm the type of guy who will spend
his last dollar to ensure justice is served. Guys, it's

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about to be served. Hot, get some popcorn for this one.
It's finished. Finally, everything is completed and officially done. The
divorce is finalized. The penalties for Team gold Digger are biblit.
The last few months have been a legal circus, but Turner,
my lawyer, was well worth his three hundred seventy five
dollars hourly charge. Julia, Vanessa's sister tried one final stunt

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after being shut down by my workplace as HR for
sending harassing letters claiming I was emotionally abusive, which Turner documented.
She created a false Instagram profile using my name and images,
posted racist content and DMed our mutual acquaintances saying I
was on drugs. It resulted in a temporary headache when
a screenshot was shared. I had to explain it to
my employer, but it was awkward and evident. Turner issued

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a cease and desist letter threatening criminal penalties for identity theft.
We reported the profile, it was nuked. That seems to
finally hush Julia, Linda and Robert continued their sympathy tour,
telling anybody who would listen that I was financially abusing
their daughter by not giving her my home. However, it
lost pace when people discovered these so called upstanding folks

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were essentially attempting to perpetrate real estate fraud. When mutual
friends saw the police body cam film of them being
taken off my house, their narrative of the abusive husband
pushing out poor Vanessa fell apart. Yeah, Turner subpoened that
absolute boss move. The legal procedure slowed as Vanessa's lawyer,
some ambulance chaser Robert discovered, filed motion after motion requests

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for discovery, in which Vanessa was unable to produce a
single document confirming her financial contribution to the residents conference scheduling.
Her lawyer continued to press for mediation, focusing on the house.
Turner shut it down every time with three simple words,
separate pre marital assets. Finally, in a pre trial settlement conference,
confronted with no legal standing on the property, documented harassment,

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and the court basically signaling stop wasting my time, Vanessa's
council advised her to cut her losses. The revenge is legal,
pecuniary and served cold. This is where it gets good.
The divorce decree was painfully simple. As Turner predicted from
the beginning. The residents validated my separate pre marital property.
There is no equity split, there is no buyout off

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the table. Spousal support was rejected. The justification noted the
short time of the marriage, recorded wrongdoing, the lawn incident, harassment,
and assets. We shared the joint savings, which totaled twelve
thousand dollars and was primarily my money. She receives her
own belongings. That is it. But here's the cherry on top.
Turner discovered that Robert had loaned Vanessa sixty five thousand

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dollars during the previous year, which explains her odd shopping
spreees in her new boob job, which I apparently did
not appreciate enough. Turner successfully claimed that this was an
attempt to hide and deplete marital assets because these transfers
occurred when our marriage was suffering. The judge agreed and
ordered Vanessa to refund me thirty two thousand, five hundred
dollars half of the total from her portion of our assets.

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Vanessa contacted me sobbing after the ruling. It turns out
that Daddy's loan wasn't actually a present. Robert expected to
be paid back from the house money they were confident
they would receive from me. She now owes him sixty
five thousand dollars and me thirty two thousand, five hundred dollar.
Has no job. She quit her administrative work in March,
thinking she'd be set for life, and Robert and Linda

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are outraged. Here's where things get even better. Remember the
fancy clothes and jewelry Vanessa kept buying. Turner suggested that
I get an inventory of stuff purchased throughout our marriage.
Anything I bought with my married salary is technically marital property.
I received half the worth of her Cartier bracelets, Louis
Veuton luggage, and whole Sephora collection, total worth to me

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eighteen thousand dollars. It was wonderful to see her expression
when she discovered how much her shopping addiction had cost her.
The Trouble with your Belongings, Vanessa refused requests to pick
up her belongings for weeks, possibly believing she would be
moving back in. Turner recommended skilled packing and storage to
avoid allegations of damage. I paid the original storage expenses

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up advance to get her crap out of my house.
She declined to pay the recurring storage expenses. I allowed
the unit to be auctioned after providing adequate legal notice.
Someone purchased her treasured collection of designer shoes for three
hundred and fifty dollars. It's not fun to be her.
The financial collapse Absolute perfection. Vanessa's credit is ruined because

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she maxed out all of her credit cards. Linda and
Robert co signed a lease for a three thy eight
hundred dollars per month luxury apartment for her, relying on
the house payment. Vanessa now has no employment and ows
nearly one hundred thousand dollars, forcing Linda and Robert to
fund her rent. My friend who works at Robert's bank,
Yeah I know, small world told me privately that Robert

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needed to take out an h eloc on his own
home to fund their quickly rising bills. Then last week
the begging began. First of all, Vanessa, Oliver, please, I'm desperate.
My parents are going to kick me out. I have
nowhere to go. I made a terrible mistake listening to them.
Can we please talk? I still love you. Then, unbelievably,

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Robert called from a block number. Look, we may have overstepped.
Perhaps we can work out an arrangement. Vanessa is really
struggling translation assist us in cleaning up the mess we created.
Linda sent me an email which served as the ultimate humiliation. Oliver.
I know we've had our disagreements, but Vanessa is in
a very bad place right now. Perhaps we could meet

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for coffee and discuss how to move forward in a
way that benefits everyone. Robert and I are willing to
be reasonable. This from the woman who called me worthless
and attempted to steal my house. I forwarded all messages
to Turner, who responded with an official letter stating that
any additional contact would constitute harassment and result in a
restraining order. He provided copies of the original police report,

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which showed them attempting to illegally evict me as a
pleasant reminder they are absolutely secluded. My buddies, who had
initially remained impartial, eventually apologized after seeing the facts. Vanessa's
pals discovered that she was using them for free dinners
and weekend crash pads and cut her off. They attempted
to organize a fundraising for her legal bills. Three individuals arrived,

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including Julia how am I doing absolutely fantastic? I upgraded
my gaming PC with the money I saved instead of
funding her buying habit. I shed fifteen pounds of stress weight.
I was promoted at work. It turns out that focusing
on your career rather than dealing with entitled in laws
has advantages. I purchased a German shepherd puppy named Justice.

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I went there. I began dating a corporate attorney who
believes Vanessa and her dad committed textbook real estate fraud
and were borderline criminals. The house feels like mine again.
I painted the living room the color Vanessa despised, transformed
her meditation room which she only used twice, into a
functional home office, and built the garish hot tub she
complained about in the rear. They attempted to take everything.

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They ended up with crippling debt, strained relationships, and a
lasting record of attempted fraud. I have my house, my sanity,
and the joy of knowing that every time they see
a BMW like mine driving by, they are reminded of
how badly their scheme failed. Justice is more than simply
a name for my dog. It's what happens when entitled
people play around and find out