A year after my mother passed, I came home to find my bags by the door—and a stranger draped in my late mother’s robe, lounging in my living room. Rick’s new girlfriend smirked and told me I had to leave. But she had no idea who truly owned this house.
I lost my mom when I was just 18. Before she passed, she made one final request: Don’t kick Rick out right away. Give him some time. Even though they had broken up, he had been there to help, and she wanted to be kind.
I respected her last wish.
Today, after spending a month away preparing for college, I came back—to find my belongings packed and stacked by the door.
Shock froze me in place. My heart pounded. Then I saw her—a woman, comfortably seated in my living room, wrapped in my mother’s robe.
Vanessa. Rick’s new girlfriend.
She gave me a once-over, then smirked. “Oh, so you’re the girl Rick’s been letting crash here. Well, it’s time to move on. A lawyer will be here soon to explain everything.”
My fists tightened, but I kept my voice even.
“Then I’ll wait.”
For an hour, I sat silently, enduring their smug comments and satisfied glances.
And then… the lawyer knocked.
“My name is Mr. Thompson,” he introduced himself. “I was your mother’s lawyer. Her will is explicit—this house and everything in it belong entirely to her daughter.”
Vanessa spun toward Rick. “You dragged me into this disaster, and you don’t even own the damn place?”
She let out a frustrated huff. “I’m done with this,” she snapped, storming toward the door.
For the first time that night, Rick actually looked uneasy.
He exhaled sharply. “Maybe we can figure something out. I’ve been living here for a year.”
Mr. Thompson adjusted his glasses. “Without a lease, you have no legal right to stay. If you don’t leave willingly, the owner is entitled to file trespassing charges.”
A firm knock echoed through the room. When the door opened, two uniformed officers stood there.
“Sir,” one of them addressed Rick. “You have 24 hours to vacate the property.”
Rick didn’t protest.
For the first time in a year, the house was truly mine. I sat in the middle of the room, absorbing the quiet. It wasn’t empty. It was peaceful.
Some people mistake kindness for weakness. But standing up for myself? That’s how I took my power back.