Entitled Parents Demanded My New House — My In-Laws’ Fierce Defense Left Them Speechless

My Entitled Parents Demanded That I Give Them My New House — My In-Laws Suddenly Stood up for Me

Carina is forced to make her own through life after her parents reject her after high school. When she reaches out to them years later, after turning her life around and with her wedding quickly approaching, they attempt to impose their will on her and seize all that she has fought so hard to achieve.

“Carina,” my mom murmured as she cracked open a biscuit packet. “You’re going to regret not going to medical school.”

“Mom,” I answered. “My brain doesn’t work like Jade’s; she’s the doctor in the family, not me.”

She dipped a biscuit into her lukewarm tea and sniffed, “I don’t see why it can’t be the both of you.” “Why even do you use computers as a waste of time? The machines won’t provide you with a comfortable life.

Nothing about this was novel. My parents were upset that I loved computers and that I would be studying IT at college when the following several months of classes ended.

As he sat down with a pork chop, my father said, “Who cares about cyber security, Carina?” “Hey honey, saving lives. That is the essence of success. avoiding computer gaming.”

I used to roll my eyes and remark, “Dad, that’s how your important details are protected—through cyber security.” “It’s how countries keep their people safe.”

My mom said, “It’s not good enough,” as she stood over the sink.

My parents made me leave the house once I graduated.

My mother told me, “You’ve chosen this path,” when I purchased my IT textbooks. “So you’re capable of taking care of yourself.”

“I don’t think that’s fair, Mom,” I snapped back. “You let Jade live at home for her whole degree.”

“Yeah, well, she was learning how to save lives, Carina,” she replied.

Let’s fast-forward thirteen years. I’m blessed with a fulfilling work, a stunning home, and the most kind fiancé I could ever want for in Mark.

“Are you sure that I should invite my parents to the wedding?” One evening, while out for a walk, I asked Mark.

He grasped my hand and murmured, “Yes, darling.” “Why wouldn’t you do that? I’m incredibly proud of your background and who you are. All of this was accomplished by you alone.”

“Mark, they’ve been such awful individuals. They actually ejected me from their house when I enrolled in college. To earn enough money to pay the rent on my small apartment, I had to work as a dog groomer’, I added.

“Yes, I do understand that,” my fiancé answered in a composed manner. However, you’ve arrived now. And you succeeded in their absence. See, my dear. I adore that our house is in your name and belongs to you.”

In the end, I caved. I was proud of who I was and where I had come from, and I realised this as we were becoming excited about our wedding.

One morning, when I was frying bacon for us, I informed Mark, “I did it without their support.” “So, I’m going to invite them.”

As he added milk to his coffee, Mark grinned at me.

“Good, this is a big moment for us,” he replied.

My parents and sister were astounded by my house when they came. They believed me to be renting out a room in the property. They obviously didn’t believe that I was capable of more or more than that.

“Carina! This entire house is yours?” With wide, incredulous eyes, my father questioned.

As I wheeled my mother’s bag inside and answered, “Yes, Dad,” they appeared to believe that they would be staying the night. “I worked hard for this.”

“It’s not what I expected,” my sister exclaimed as she surveyed the area.

“I thus planned for us to eat dinner out tonight before returning home for coffee and dessert. You boys are welcome to get out with my in-laws and Mark.”

The first meet and greet was about to end, and they were going to end soon.

But at that point, the sense of entitlement emerged.

My mother looked around the living room, taking in my television among other things, and her eyes furrowed.

“You know, Carina,” she said in a tone that did not allow for debate. “We deserve to live in comfort after all we’ve done for you.”

She quickly took a seat on the couch after that.

“Mom, what are you talking about?” I couldn’t believe it. “This is where I live. I spent my own money to purchase it. You did not assist me in the slightest after high school.”

“But we’re your parents,” she pressed home. “We ought to lead better lives than our offspring. We have the right to it. The only proper thing to do is that.”

I raised my voice and screamed, “You can’t be serious.” “Despite her night shifts, you still keep Jade living with you because you wanted to spoil her. And me? You showed no concern. I’m not responsible for this.

At this my father crossed his arms and intervened.

“After everything we’ve sacrificed for you, this is the least you can do.”

My mother added, “Jade needs a place to stay, too.”

“Jade is an adult,” I angrily declared. “She made her choice to live with you, just like I did.”

I felt horrible about the way I was talking about Jade, especially because she was perched on the couch admiring my plants.

However, when they expelled me, my sister had picked my parents. She hardly ever texted me; she would only reach out on my birthday or Christmas morning.

At that point, my future in-laws entered via the open door. I had always had a strong bond with them, yearning to find role models in Mark’s parents.

“We’ve been hearing this entire conversation from outside,” remarked Tom.

“Carina’s accomplishments belong to her,” Carol, my future mother-in-law, asserted. “She’s worked hard for this, and she deserves every bit of it.”

With fiery eyes, my mother turned to face her.

“What on earth are you? She is our daughter, so we have rights to this house.”

Carol remained motionless, standing with her arms crossed and a broad smile on her face.

Why did you only now recall that? After all these years, where have you been? It is not your place to claim credit for her efforts just because you are her parents. Carina is worthy of this.

My parents couldn’t even glance up as they were shocked into silence.

“Carina extended an invitation to you to join her in celebrating her marriage and our son’s union. to become a part of our family. Tom remarked, “She didn’t ask you to criticise her and take credit for her labours.

“She owes you nothing but respect because you raised her, but that doesn’t mean giving up her home,” remarked Carol.

“But we’re her family,” my mother remarked, obviously unprepared for this degree of opposition.

“Only by blood,” declared Mark as he entered the home. Families help one another out. They don’t undermine you. And you’ve been treating Carina like that for years.”

Carol went on, “You ought to be so proud of your girl.” “She has greatly benefited us. I’m really happy for her. Tom as well. She is the daughter I have always desired.”

Mark approached me and put his arm around my waist.

I noticed the growing awareness on my parents’ features as I gazed at them.

I said, “I do love you.” “However, you’ve only been back in my life for five minutes, and already you’re making demands of me,” Is that appropriate? I’ve put in too much work for someone to take that away from me.”

My dad let out a deep sigh.

He said, “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Then honour my decision,” I responded subtly. “Be present for my wedding, but after that, you can go your own way again.”

My parents seemed to comprehend, if only a bit, after the confrontation.

Everyone was quiet, with the exception of Mark and my in-laws, when we walked out to the restaurant. Because of the altercation, I didn’t think there was any value in calling off the meal.

As we ate, Carol made remarks about seeing me in my outfit while I was engrossed in my own thoughts.

“Mark, you’re going to have a great time. “Carina looks stunning in that dress,” she remarked as she savoured her salmon.

I gave my future mother-in-law a smile. Although I had always known mother loved me, her remarks that day really helped me to understand how much.

I had good fortune. With Mark, I’d been fortunate, but with his parents, even more so.

I observed the disintegration of my mother’s expression as Carol continued, discussing the dress fitting. I couldn’t bring myself to cheer her up, though.

We parted ways with my parents and sister as we left the restaurant after supper.

My father remarked, “We’ll see you at the wedding,” and he got into the car.

Yes, I replied. “I’ll see you then.”

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