When Jeremy and his wife, Nina, get home from a vacation, they are horrified to find Ted, Jeremy’s slob of a brother, in their home. After a confrontation which leads to angry parents and Nina moving out, Jeremy forces Ted’s hand, making him move out…
When I came home from vacation, I was expecting to relax, maybe pop open a bottle of wine with my wife, and enjoy the peace of our home. Instead, we walked into a living room that looked like a complete frat house after a party from Hell.
A couple on vacation | Source: Midjourney
There were beer cans everywhere, dirty clothes tossed in random piles, and the smell, my goodness, the smell. And there, sprawled out on my couch like he owned the place, was my older brother, Theodore, or Ted, as everyone called him.
“Ted, what the hell? What is this? Why are you in my house?” I asked, trying to stay calm, though my blood pressure was rising by the second.
Nina, my wife, looked around our living room and rolled her eyes. In that moment, I knew that I had to fix it or I’d have to deal with a very upset wife.
A messy living room | Source: Midjourney
My brother looked up, casually, like I hadn’t just caught him red-handed.
“Oh, hey, Jeremy,” he said. “Mom and Dad figured that it would be easier if I just moved in while you were gone. You’ve got all this space, and it’s not like you’re using it, you know? You and Nina are either working or on vacation.”
I blinked, trying to process the audacity of his words.
A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“You moved in? You moved into my house? Without asking? Ted, are you insane?”
He rolled his eyes, lifting his feet onto the couch and crossing them like he was about to watch a movie.
“Yeah, so what?” he said. “I needed a place to stay, and it’s not like you’d say yes. So, we decided to skip that part. Quit being so uptight, Jeremy. Just help a brother out.”
A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
It was like a switch flipped inside me, the years of watching him leech off my parents, his life one big excuse after another, and somehow, he was the victim here.
Now, he’d taken over my house. Really?
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, my phone rang. Mom. Of course.
I answered, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.
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“Mom, did you and Dad seriously let Theodore move into my house while I was away?”
“Why are you using my full name?” Ted chimed in from the background.
I ignored him.
“Jeremy, don’t be so dramatic,” my mother said, not even a hint of apology in her voice. “Ted needed a place to stay, and you’ve got all that room. You don’t even have kids yet. So what’s the harm in helping out your brother?”
An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Mom, he is 42 years old. He isn’t a kid. You’ve let him mooch off you for years, and you want to dump him on me? Are you being serious? Why do you want to treat him like he’s a kid just out of college?”
My mother’s tone shifted, and she immediately went on the defense.
“Oh, mooching, huh?” she said. “I’m disappointed in you, Jeremy. He’s been through a lot. You don’t understand what it’s like to be him. You’ve always had everything together. Ted needs a little more help. And as family, you owe it to him.”
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Been through a lot? My brother had two children under the age of five, with two different women. And he didn’t bother to support either of them. How was I supposed to feel sorry for this man?
Before I could respond, my father took the phone, his voice taking over my ear, sounding even more irritated.
“Jeremy, stop being selfish. You’ve got the money, the house, the wife. What’s the big deal? It’s your job to take care of your family. Ted is your brother. He is staying.”
Two young children | Source: Midjourney
I almost lost my mind. I almost let my anger take over me. But then I remembered that it just wasn’t my style. Ted might’ve thought that he had won this time, but I had a plan.
“It’s not about the space, Dad,” I said. “It’s about respect. Ted can’t just live here without my permission. Nina and I have worked hard for our home. And what’s even worse? My wife just has to deal with this, too.”
From the couch, Ted snorted.
A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, come on. Don’t act like you’re all high and mighty. It’s just a house,” he said.
“But you’ve been freeloading off Mom and Dad for years. Why should I trust that you’d do anything differently here? Why can’t you stay with one of your kids and their mom?”
I thought that was the card that would have frustrated him. But he didn’t even flinch.
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“Because I’m family, that’s why. Why do you always act like I’m a stranger? It’s my right to stay here. Mom and Dad said that you’d be like this, but I didn’t think you’d be this bad.”
I was done.
“Fine, Ted,” I said. “You want to stay? Sure. Let’s see how that works out.”
I was fine with being horrible to my brother, I mean, someone had to teach him a lesson. But when I went upstairs to tell Nina about everything that had happened on the phone, she was highly frustrated.
A disgruntled man | Source: Midjourney
“Jer, you can’t be serious,” she said as I sat down on the bed across her.
“I’m going to fix it. I promise you, Nina. I’ll make this right. But I’m going to teach him a lesson first.”
“Well, I don’t want to be here for it. You have a week. Get him out, or I’ll stay gone,” she said.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney
“I’m going to my sister’s house, Jeremy. I can’t stand your brother, and I will not stay here while he’s here,” she said, packing a suitcase as she spoke.
“I’ll make this right, my love,” I promised her.
For the next week, I made Ted’s life a waking nightmare without ever raising my voice. And with Nina gone, I had a bigger incentive to get him out.
A woman packing a suitcase | Source: Midjourney
The first thing I did was disconnect the Wi-Fi. Ted, who spent most of his days glued to his phone or binge-watching shows on the TV, was completely lost.
He complained, but I just smiled.
“Oh, the internet? Yeah, it’s been spotty.”
Next, I shut off the hot water. Ted loved his long, lazy showers, but now he was greeted with ice-cold water every morning.
Water running in a shower | Source: Midjourney
“Must be something wrong with the plumbing,” I’d say innocently when he whined about it.
Then, there was the food.
I stocked the fridge with nothing but tofu, vegetables, and the healthiest food I could find. Ted hated anything that wasn’t greasy or fried. And now, every time he opened the fridge, he groaned like I was starving him.
“You’re family, right?” I’d say. “I’m sure you can deal with a little inconvenience. But it’s for my health, so you’ll be fine.”
An array of healthy food | Source: Midjourney
To top it all off, I started blasting music at 6 a.m. every day while I had my treadmill session in the gym room. I figured if Ted wasn’t going to contribute to the household, the least he could do was get up early.
He hated it all, of course. And by day five, he looked like he was on the verge of losing his mind.
“Jeremy, man, this is BS,” Ted said one morning, his voice filled with frustration. “I can’t stay here. How do you live like this? No Wi-Fi, no hot water, and no food I enjoy. This is torture.”
A man on a treadmill | Source: Midjourney
I raised an eyebrow.
“I thought you’d be grateful to stay, Ted. It’s not like you’re paying rent or contributing anything. What’s the problem?”
He grumbled something under his breath, clearly fuming.
“Forget it, I’m going back to Mom and Dad’s.”
An annoyed man | Source: Midjourney
As he stormed out, dragging his junk with him, I couldn’t help but smile.
But I wasn’t done yet. I cleaned the house top to bottom, went out to get proper groceries, and cooked Nina a good meal. I had already called her during the day and told her that Ted was gone.
“Come home, honey,” I said.
“I’ll see you later,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
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While waiting for Nina to shower, I knew that there was just one more thing to do.
“Mom, Dad,” I said on the phone. “Ted’s out of my house. And he won’t be coming back again. He’s your problem again.”
My mother was furious.
“Jeremy, you can’t just kick him out! Where will he go?”
“That’s up to Ted, Mom. He’s 42. If you guys want to keep coddling him, go ahead. But I’m done.”
A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
After that, I heard that Ted moved back into my parents’ house, but they demanded that he transform the garage into his own space. They forced him to get a job.
Ted was upset, of course, so they blamed it all on me. But I was fine with that. Nina and I had our home back, and we were at peace.
A garage converted into a bedroom | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
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My Husband ‘Accidentally’ Locked Me in the Basement to Watch Basketball with His Friends at Our House
Dani cannot stand her husband’s friends. So when Ethan brings up the possibility of having them over to watch a basketball game, she shuts down the idea. On the evening of the game, Dani finds herself going into the basement to get a pack of beer, but before she knows it, she’s locked inside. What happens next?…
I should have just said no from the start. Not just when Ethan brought up the idea of his friends coming over for dinner. I mean way before that, like when I first realized how awful they were. I never outright said that I didn’t hate them, but let me be honest with you: I think I made it pretty clear.
An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney
But my husband, Ethan?
He’s so different from these guys. At 35, he’s a successful manager at a tech company, and for reasons that I will never understand, he’s still friends with the same guys he went to high school with.
They’re loud, rude, and completely unlike Ethan. They’re everything he left behind when he made something of himself.
Except, apparently, his loyalty to them.
A man sitting in his office | Source: Midjourney
“Dani, it’s just one game,” he said that night, sitting in the kitchen with a hopeful grin. “The guys really want to watch the game here. They’re dying to see our new TV setup. It’ll be fun!”
I sighed, trying to stay calm. I could almost see the dreadful evening unfolding. I knew that Ethan’s friends would take over the house, inappropriate comments getting into every conversation.
“Ethan, you know how I feel about them. Every single time they come over, it’s like our house gets turned into a frat house. I’m not cleaning up after them again. It’s not happening.”
A man sitting at a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney
My husband’s face dropped, a look of wounded pride flashing in his eyes.
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My son and his wife shamed me for wearing red lipstick. I decided to teach them a lesson
The Spark: A Family Dinner Gone Wrong
Edith had always been a vibrant woman, a beacon of confidence and style, even at 75. Her red lipstick was her signature, a mark of her vivacious personality. But that evening, as she prepared for a family dinner, she had no idea that her choice of makeup would ignite a firestorm.
As she carefully applied her favorite shade of red, she felt a sense of nostalgia and pride. This lipstick had seen her through countless milestones, from job interviews to romantic dates with her late husband. It was more than just makeup; it was a symbol of her enduring spirit.
Her son arrived early, catching Edith in the act. With a sneer, he commented, “Mom, you look like a desperate old clown trying to cling to your youth. It’s embarrassing.”
The words hit her like a slap. She paused, the lipstick trembling in her hand. Before she could respond, her daughter-in-law, with a smug smile, chimed in, “Oh, I agree. Red lipstick is not for older people. I think you should stick to what other people are doing.”
Edith’s heart pounded in her chest. The audacity of their remarks left her momentarily speechless. But then, a surge of defiance surged through her. “Honey, why don’t you mind your own business,” she snapped, her voice steady and cold.
Her daughter-in-law looked taken aback, her confidence momentarily shattered. “Sorry, Edith, we just don’t want you to look like a clown,” she muttered, clearly unprepared for Edith’s retaliation.
Her son, trying to regain control of the situation, added with a smirk, “Okay, Mom, enjoy the circus.” His wife let out another laugh, and they both walked away, leaving Edith in a storm of emotions.
From Hurt to Rage: The Turning Point
For a few minutes, Edith stood there, her reflection in the mirror a painful reminder of their cruel words. She felt a deep sadness, the kind that comes from betrayal by those you love most. But as she sat in the corner, the sadness began to morph into something else: rage.
How dare they mock her? How dare they try to strip her of her dignity and individuality? She had spent her entire life building her confidence, refusing to conform to societal expectations, and now, her own family was trying to tear her down.
Edith knew she had to act. This wasn’t just about red lipstick; it was about respect and standing up for herself. She decided to give them a lesson they would never forget.
The Plan: A Week of Preparation
Over the next week, Edith meticulously planned her revenge. She reached out to a few trusted friends and even roped in her neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, a woman of similar spirit and age. Together, they devised a scheme that was both subtle and impactful.
First, Edith decided to host a grand dinner at her house, inviting not only her son and his wife but also other family members and friends. The guest list was carefully curated to include people who respected her and those who could influence her son and his wife.
She spent days preparing, ensuring everything was perfect. She cooked her son’s favorite dishes, set the table with her finest china, and decorated the house with beautiful flowers. But the centerpiece of her plan was her appearance. On the day of the dinner, Edith wore a stunning red dress and, of course, her signature red lipstick.
The Showdown: A Lesson in Respect
As the guests arrived, Edith greeted them with warmth and grace, her red lips a bold statement of her defiance. Her son and his wife were among the last to arrive, their expressions quickly turning sour upon seeing her.
The dinner began smoothly, with lively conversations and laughter filling the room. But Edith had a surprise in store. As dessert was served, she stood up to make a toast.
“Thank you all for coming,” she began, her voice strong and clear. “I’ve always believed in living life to the fullest and embracing who you are, no matter what others think.”
She glanced at her son and his wife, who were shifting uncomfortably in their seats. “Last week, I was told that I should stop wearing my favorite red lipstick because it’s not appropriate for my age. But I believe that confidence and style know no age.”
The room fell silent, all eyes on Edith. “So tonight, I want to celebrate all of us who refuse to let society dictate how we should look or act. To those who embrace their true selves and live with confidence and grace.”
Her friends and family erupted in applause, many raising their glasses in agreement. Her son and his wife looked mortified, their earlier smugness replaced by embarrassment.
Edith smiled, her red lipstick gleaming under the chandelier. She had made her point loud and clear. Age was just a number, and no one had the right to dictate how she should live her life.
Aftermath: A Changed Dynamic
In the weeks that followed, the dynamic between Edith, her son, and his wife changed. There were no more snide comments or mocking laughs. Her son even apologized, admitting he had been out of line. His wife, too, seemed to have learned her lesson, treating Edith with newfound respect.
Edith continued to wear her red lipstick proudly, knowing that she had stood up for herself and set an example for others. She had shown that age was not a barrier to confidence and self-expression, and in doing so, she had reclaimed her dignity and respect.
Her bold stand had not only silenced her critics but also inspired others to embrace their true selves, proving that sometimes, the most powerful lessons come from the most unexpected places.
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